It’s a tiny bikini

Marie glares at the man. “This? This is what you’re trying to get me to wear? Who do you think I am, some common tramp?”

The blacksmith shrugs. “Look lady, I just sell the stuff. Somebody sold me that a while back. I’m not sure why someone decided to enchant a bikini with a master level poison resist enchantment, but you asked for the best poison resist I have. Now do you want it or not?

Marie sighs. She could atleast wear it under her robes. She could use another set of underwear, she supposes. She taps her finger angrily on the counter, then asks. “Fine, fine. How much?”

The blacksmith looks at a ledger. “200 gold.”