A simple yet elegant sash

"That just looks like a white strap," Hilda said incredulously.

"Oh, this ain't just a strap, m'lady." The shopkeeper began, holding out his free hand to present the white strip of cloth like the best finery in the kingdom. "This is just what you're looking for; I can tell you're cut from fine cloth, so it's only natural that your clothes be no different." He had his work cut out for him if he was going to sell what was basically a belt to a couple of naked women, but if these two were anything like the rumors going around town, that might prove easier than anticipated.

A gasp could be heard further inside the shop as a series of bare footsteps slapped towards the front counter. "Is that what I think it is?" Tina said, her eyes widening at the sight of the strip of linen in the shopkeep's hands.

His eyes slowly moved back and forth between the manic naked girl and the former end of a bedsheet he was holding before he said, "What do you think it is?"

"I've been looking for that for ages! That's the trademark minimalist style that Armaud Mystria is known for! I never thought I'd find something so high-end in this place." Tina glanced over at her mother and wrapped her arm around her bare shoulders. "You were right, mother. You've got quite the eye for fashion."

The shopkeep grinned. This was going better than he'd imagined. "I take it you're interested. May I say that I think this would look immaculate on you, young miss?"

"How much is it?" Tina was practically salivating on the counter at this point, eager to get her hands on the faux fashion item.

"Well, normally, something like this would go for several dozen gold, but it's my understanding that you two are in somewhat dire straits at the moment." He looked over at Hilda, who blushed and looked away.

Tina dejectedly held out her single silver in her palms, suddenly feeling very poor (strangely, her nudity wasn't causing that feeling). "Please, is there anything you can do? I come from nobility, so I'm certainly posh enough to wear something from Mystria."

"Oh, I don't doubt that, m'lady." The shopkeep started stroking his chin in fake thought. "Well, there is always that option, but..."

"'But,' what?"

The shopkeep shook his head. "No, no, it's nothing someone as beautiful as you'd ever **** yourself by doing."

"I'm plenty used to being degraded, right, mother?" Tina looked at her mother expectantly.

Hilda just looked back at Tina, confused, until she caught on. "Oh, yes. Tina here is quite the sub, aren't you dear?" To emphasize her point, Hilda leaned back and smacked her daughter's behind, causing both sets of Tina's cheeks to turn red.

"O-oh." Tina jumped and glared at her mother before realizing how she should act in this scenario. The young woman closed her eyes and let out a moan, curling her toes and letting her mind simmer in dirty places.

"Oh, you like that, don't you?" Hilda smacked Tina's butt a few more times, prompting more moans from the fresh actress until she was almost on the floor, wetting herself in pretend submissiveness.

"Okay, okay!" The shopkeeper waved his hands frantically to stop the display that would soon make a mess in his store. "I get the picture, you're game for anything humiliating. If that's the case..." He leaned down below the counter and pulled out a long scroll. "I think this may be to your liking."

"What is it?" Hilda asked.

"It's a contract. You sign it, and I'll consider your 1 silver a downpayment in exchange for you working for me at a discounted rate." He neglected to mention that that discount was nearly 100% of the wages he paid his normal employees. "You'll work for me for a little while, and once you pay off your debt, we'll be square. Sound alright?"

"That sounds delightful! Do you have a quill?"

"Now, sweetie," Hilda worriedly urged, "I think you ought to look at the fine print before you accept tha-" But Tina had already signed the scroll, and the shopkeeper was rolling it up. Hilda sighed; she knew from experience that something like that couldn't be good.

"Here you are, my new employee. " Tina grabbed the sheet of linen from the shopkeep's hands and hurriedly wrapped it around her torso. Conveniently, it draped across her chest so that it lay between her boobs, covering nothing important. She didn't seem to care as she twirled around on one bare foot and squealed with glee at the touch of the cloth against the skin. The shopkeep continued, "Now, I expect you to be at work early tomorrow morning. Do you think you can handle that?"

Tina nodded vigorously. "Yes, sir. I won't forget this act of generosity." With that, she rushed out the door, screaming in delight and frolicking in all her naked glory. Or at least most of it.

The shopkeeper sighed. "It's a shame. She's the only one in town to buy such fine material." He pulled out an eerily-similar piece of cloth from behind the counter. "I certainly hope the next person to buy from me has the taste that she does."

Hilda looked back and forth between her daughter outside and the other sash in the shopkeeper's hand. Tina sure did look happy wearing that, as useless as it was. Plus, that had been the best interaction they'd had in years. Perhaps clothing was a means of connecting them like they used to be connected. Stoically, Hilda leaned over the counter and asked, "How much was that sash, again?"