Just past the rocks- I mean people.

Taking out my compass, I hold my head down and start walking north. Being back out on the street means that people are going to be staring again. I see it every time I glance up, unable to look for that tailor the smith mentioned without seeing someone’s stunned face or nearly shouldering their groins. I’m not sure if I’m going anywhere except for the tailor today, hopefully they have something ready immediately.

After about twenty of those fervent looks later, I almost bump into a small sign clearly reading ‘tailor’ for the shop next to me. It’s a dull looking shopfront, but the wares inside seem to be every combination of sturdy and colourful. This is definitely the right place to get what I want made.

The door creaks and a small bell tinkles as I enter, the sheer amount of clothes in this one building would be enough to make a monarch jealous. In the middle of this oasis of clothing is a gorgeous looking dragonkin, with grey scales amongst the mass of purple, black and golden folds blooming around her. Her appearance made me feel like those people on the street, stopping me with her looks and suddenly reviving me with her voice.

“Come in dear, welcome to the best tailor in town. I have everything you’ll desire, from soft to hard, or supple to tight, there’s not a single person I couldn’t bring out the best in.” She spoke with a warm smile.

With a greeting like that, I was already in danger, and not a single thing could stop me from approaching her. Though, with my thoughts struggling to continue ploughing along, I couldn’t help but stutter at her, “I-I-I am l-looking for so-some um… some clothes…” My face blossomed with red. I need to pull myself together. Besides, she’s probably married or something. Pressing out the words to continue, “…a shirt with a hood… two of them… um… please?”

“My dear, with speech like that I almost think you’d need the hood…” She effortlessly responded, turning around to get a look at me, “…but with a face like that, it’d just be a travesty…” she almost muttered, her eyes gaining a hungry tone in the moment they met mine.

Oh no.

“Say, dear, come here closer? Please?” she requested.

I barely even registered what I was doing before stepping forward further. In silence, I walked right up to her, barely a meter away from the extravagant women, too shy to meet her gaze. I almost jumped when she touched me, her hands on either side of my head as she raised it.

The first thing I saw was a deep valley of cleavage, immediately turning my blush from a light pink to a molten crimson. Then, her eyes beheld my face like a cat would a mouse, sending a tingle through my spine and heat to my chest. Where everyone else stared, this woman was being overbearing. Though, compounded with her exquisite presence, I was the one who was stunned.

I think we were simply gazing at each other for hours, though that couldn’t have been true since I’ve heard no toll of the city bells. And I might have stayed simply staring for that much longer. Eventually, when she was seemingly finished inspecting and devouring me with sight, one hand moved up to the top of my head to get a look at my horns.

Letting out a small hum, she let go to stand straight again, as I stammered to attempt to regain my composure, “I-Sorry! I didn’t umm…” I couldn’t even finish the sentence. I was alight with desire and embarrassment as if I was wearing nothing at all. Not that it mattered, I may as well have been standing without clothes with the way she was still looking at me. She just wouldn’t quit staring, her eyes now wandering over more than just my face.

Before that could embarrass me even further, the loud chattering of a crowd broke the both of us out of it. The tailor let in a sharp intake of air as she recognised who was quickly approaching the front door.

“Dear, quick quick, you must hide, now!” she said, her voice pitched up in urgency. Panicking slightly, I spun to face the back. The shop had a clearly open counter, but no back room, having been designed to maximize showroom space. Turning around again, I realised that the people were nearing the door already, the voices of a particular noble giving some sort of explanation on the very doorstep.

Thinking already on fire, I crouched down to see if I could fit between the nearest rack of garments, but it’d never work. I couldn’t find a single place that even I’d be able to fit with my diminished size. I was going to accidentally get this beautiful woman caught, and there was nothing I could do!

Now facing the door, still crouched down slightly and preparing to rush into what’d likely be a sea of legs, I heard a rustle of fabric and then something was thrown over my head. Something purple, and gold, and black. She was not standing behind me anymore, the dragon kin was literally on top of me. Her hand on my head, pushing me back just a bit further, and her thighs on either side of my head as we walked back into her apparently preferred position.

She-

I-

Wow.

I held onto those meaty thighs as the chatter grew louder, while her tail rested itself on my back.