Over to Hagran's

She'd need the new dagger more than anything. As far as travel gear went, she could just use the thong to give herself a cloak. She'd just find sheltered locations to sleep in. As far as potions went, the Lounge usually had some reserves of materials, just in case. She was sure Tychus would let her take some.

She turned towards Hagran's smithy, located on the far side of Namina. While it wasn't a huge town, it was big enough she'd need to hurry to get there. She set off, her rapid stride making her breasts jiggle delightfully beneath her loose blouse, her skirt fluttering about her knees.

That was something she hadn't considered fully. Her full, firm D-cups were putting on one hell of a show beneath her blouse, the loose cotton seeming to dance around them. Looking down, she could see the bounce wasn't enough to risk her breasts coming free. Her indecisiveness rose to the fore of her thoughts again, but she suppressed it. She'd literally made the decision to do this less than five minutes ago; she couldn't just back out now.

Beneath her skirt, the gem adorning the thong pulsed slightly, pleased at it's quick intervention. It was something small, but it gave it an idea as to how much of hold it had. The original idea to go braless had been her's, but it had just enough access to her subconscious to somewhat affect her thoughts already, subtlety aiding her in suppressing the urge for a bra. That was a major boon for it. It had some, limited, ability to influence her thoughts, something it normally had to wait a week or two for.

It turned it's thoughts to it's next move. It could feel a building urge to do a little something more with her, have a little fun. It probed her subconscious a bit, carefully feeling out what she was and wasn't likely to notice. That probe showed she was definitely concerned about being exposed, and it would be unwise to mess with her skirt or blouse.

That left her sandals. Disappearing shoes would do it no good, and she was too practical to see any sense in heels, meaning she'd notice that way too soon for comfort. It considered her choice: simple and elegant, they possessed a handful of thin, sturdy straps encircling her ankles and the balls of her feet, and tough, sturdy soles. She wasn't paying them much mind, more concerned with her bouncing breasts, and it came to the conclusion it would slowly weaken them, rendering them pliable, then staging an accident when she got to her destination. That should be enough of a distraction for a bit of real fun.

As Venus walked down the streets towards the smithy, she kept flicking her gaze between her surroundings and her breasts, still somewhat concerned about how they were bouncing about. On the other hand, she'd also caught a few guys, and at least one girl, looking at her, each of them flushing red and averting their gaze, and she'd felt the tingling of butterflies in her stomach again. She knew she attracted enough attention on normal days, her fabulous curves fairly hard to conceal, but constantly walking around armed and armored had put anyone off of approaching her. The watching eyes made her rather nervous, but somewhere inside her, another feeling was stirring, one which she couldn't place.

Her ongoing distraction ensured she didn't notice how the leather of her sandals was softening, the soles becoming thinner, the reduction of the number of straps over the front of her foot from several to a single, thin one. It gave the thong the time it needed to slightly affect her thoughts, quietly making the changes seem like what she had originally chosen. As she crossed the threshold of the smithy, it struck.

Venus could tell she'd barely made it in time. Hagran was busily prepping the smithy to close when she'd opened the door, a small bell tinkling pleasantly, when disaster struck. The normally graceful Shadow Hunter's left foot caught the lip of the doorjamb, a faint popping sound accompanying her nearly nose-diving into the floor, her breasts abruptly shift upwards unnoticed as she fought to keep herself on her feet. She barely managed to get her right leg far enough forward to catch herself, stumbling upright again. As her left foot dragged forward to catch up, she could feel the thin leather sole fold back beneath the arch of her foot, the worn wood rubbing against the bared ball of her foot. She cursed inwardly, wondering why she'd worn such fragile, showy sandals instead of something a bit more practical, then cursed again as she realized there was no way she could magically fix it right now. As she realized Hagran had seen her, she blushed beet-red, embarrassed at her clumsy display. Between her frustration and embarrassment, she completely failed to realize her left breast was hanging out of the neckline of her top, it's little pink nipple crinkling slightly.

Hagran had turned as the bell tinkled, slightly annoyed about having to probably stay open late, but he quickly forgot his frustrations. He had barely registered that it was Venus, and was still processing all that cleavage he'd never seen before, when she stumbled over the doorjamb. He had to suppress his grin as he watched her left breast bounce free of her loose blouse.

"You all right, Venus?" His deep voice boomed inside the small smithy.

"Yeah. I caught my foot on the door, broke my shoe. I'm fine, though. Thanks for asking," she said, her voice slightly shaky with embarrassment.

"Let me see it. I'll see if I can patch it up for you," he offered, his gaze still on her chest. She looked up at him, noticed where his eyes were, and mentally shrugged. That wasn't anything new, and she barely paid it a passing thought.

Venus nearly panicked. Her clothing was magically generated! Could she take anything off, much less give it to someone else? She should have checked this sooner.