Namine has fun

Namine walked in front; Larxene hurried along behind, one slender arm feeling like it was doing an increasingly inadequate job of covering her tits, and one shaking hand over her cunt. A glare kept Namine walking ahead, a thunder spell kept Reapers from keeping barriers in their way.

Whatever powers the other Players had apparently were nothing like her magic. She'd glanced at her pins, and at the one Namine had apparently used to push the monster away with some kind of telekinesis, but quickly given up on figuring it out.

And then they passed the first shop, and Larxene came to a sudden halt. Fuck.

The one saving grace was that the route to the busy Building 104 department store that she'd been exposed to on the first day was sealed by a barrier without a Reaper; that meant they'd had to start off by heading another way. Getting off the scramble crossing was always a relief, the nearby street was at least quieter, but why did there have to be another shop so soon?

It wasn't a small one either. It looked like another department store, huge billboards up outside, and a sigil visible just over the threshold.

Larxene took half a step towards the other side of the road, before Namine grabbed her arm, almost tugging it away; Larxene quickly turned to stop the girl exposing more of her again.

"You know we've got to look in shops," Namine said.

"They're not selling pins," Larxene said.

"How do you know?" Namine said. "It's big. You don't know what's happening inside, we've got to look at every corner, make sure we do find what the missions wants us to. If it's not there we can move on, but shouldn't we be sure?"

Damn it. Larxene squirmed.

"I'm staying here," Larxene said.

"But-"

"Shut it, witch," Larxene said, flushing. "I know what you're trying to do and I'm not going in there!"

There was a moment of silence, the red-faced blonde glowering at the girl on the street, mere metres from visibility. Larxene squirmed as strangers walked past.

"There's not much point in keeping this secret now is there?" Namine said, seemingly apropos of nothing. "You already know."

Larxene opened her mouth to snark back, before she felt an insistent pressure against her back. She stumbled forwards, glancing over her shoulder to see nothing; she yelped as she felt herself pushed by the air towards the stop.

Namine lifted a hand to her mouth, giggling.

Her pin, Larxene realised suddenly. The psychokinesis, yesterday she'd thrown the monster halfway down the street, pushing just Larxene forwards wouldn't be much of a challenge. Her eyes widened, but bare feet weren't enough to get any fraction against the pavement, and inch by mortifying inch she found herself nearing the shop.

The moment she crossed the threshold, the packed first floor suddenly turned to look at her. There was one cheer; somehow she just knew at least one of them had heard of the blonde who'd exposed herself in the other shop.

And then she felt more **** on her, this time on her limbs. In one instant her right arm was pushed down and her left arm pushed sideways, leaving her arms to her sides.

She glanced down, then looked up, squeaking and eyes wide as the shop was met with a full frontal view of the nude Larxene. She shrieked, arms held firmly in place. Rather than just giving the shoppers a hint as she tried to sprint for cover, instead Larxene found herself baring all, pink nipples on modest tits, twin lines of blonde pointing to a mostly bare pussy, moving achingly slowly forwards into the shop.

Behind her, Namine sauntered perfectly casually into the shop, wandering past her partner with only a brief glimpse back.

"You- I'll get you for this!" Larxene shrieked, then shrieked again as someone lifted up a cameraphone.

Oh god. Namine's pin-magic kept her unable to cover herself with even her arms, left for the store to ogle. She didn't even want to think about what they'd be thinking; hopefully she'd never have to use her pin again, fuck.

She squirmed, eyes wide and cheeks blazing. Day three and she was already baring everything to way too many people.

It was a good few minutes before Namine walked back, sweating slightly from the exertion of keeping the magic going. She wandered past Larxene and outside; instead of releasing the blonde however, she slowly turned her around, pulling her towards the shop's entrance.

A whimper escaped Larxene's lips as the blonde felt eyes on her departing, firm ass as a final goodbye gift.

The moment the **** holding her diminished, Larxene whimpered and hunched forwards, clutching her arms over her front gratefully and darting over to a sign to duck behind it, redder than she'd ever been. Mortification overwhelmed her usual driving need to lash out.

"Are you happy?!" Larxene yelped.

"Oh, no, they didn't have any pin like the one we need," Namine said. "The mission would be over if they did. We'll have to go to another shop."

"We- Oh no, no, don't you even think about it!" Larxene squeaked.