Gregg strikes, subtly.

The kobold seemed to be too focused on the task. She got the first trap down and headed for the next one. Why did she have to put up so many? She bent down and got to work on the next one, not noticing that her stretched shirt was brushing against the ground.

Gregg walked over to her, trying his hardest to seem natural and keep her from paying attention to her. He got very close to her, careful to avoid the trap, and put his boot on the stretched piece of shirt. Now all he had to do was wait...

After a few minutes of waiting, the kobold finally stood up. Not noticing what had happened until it was too late.

RIIIIP!

Her shirt stretched apart almost entirely, dropping to the ground at her feet. The kobold put her hands to her chest, regretting her decision to not wrap her chest that morning...

"W-why?" She asked, frowning at the shopkeep.

"I-it was an accident." Gregg lied pitifully as he stared at her hand bra. Everything about the situation caused him to grow hard. His cloth pants and undergarb doing nothing to hide his excitement.

Zox eyed the pants tent. Unsure if she should be flattered, creeped out, or embarrassed for the man. "Stop staring! I was just doing what you told me!"

'S-speaking of... there's still two more traps. I can still take you to the guards!" He threatened with a grin.