It's not nothing!

All of a sudden, out of the darkness, two large hands wrap around and grip the frost of your shirt. Eep! You drop the chair you're lifting and it falls to the ground, as the hands rub and massage at your boobs through the shirt's material.

"W-what are you doing?!"

"We've just got the get your measurements." The voice of one of the apprentices says. T-that makes sense, but still! They scared you, they could have at least warned you first.

Your let your arms rest at your sides as you resign yourself to handing over your body to this man. He must be pretty good at this, because he's not even using a tape measure. Y-you're getting rubbed really hard by him, actually. Underneath your shirt, your bra is jostled enough to actually slide off of your boobs and sit just underneath them, and he definitely feels it, but he keeps going -- w-which is making your nipples kind of stiff. He definitely feels that too.

You lean forward and put your hands flat against the table in front of you. H-hopefully he'll have your measurements soon.... the other apprentice walks across the room and stands on the opposite side of the table, taking your chin in his hand and bringing it up to look at him. Y-you're not even getting a helmet, what the heck?

"So it's true then." You can't see his face, but you can hear the smug smile in his voice. "You are a horny little slut."

Hey, what? Before you can object, your shirt is being pulled over your head by the apprentice behind you. Mmff! Once it's off, he takes your nipples between his thumb and forefingers, and begins rolling them around. Ooh... that's not bad. You lean back into him, and with his warm front pushed against your back you feel pretty comfy. If only he didn't have that hard thing in his pocket pressing into your bum.