Rock Bottom

"Absolutely NOT." Shadowheart spat, with all of the venom that a dainty, 5'7" half elf could muster.

"Shadowheart..." Karlach began, keeping her tone gentle and sympathetic. "We all need to make sacrifices here--"

"And why am I expected to sacrifice more than you two?!" She snapped back, while stomping her bare foot against the hardwood.

This is how far they'd fallen-- No spare weapons, no treasure that was worth as much as a single gold piece. The girls had to resort to selling the very clothes, or armor, off their backs. Shadowheart didn't remember her past, but this surely must've been a new low.

Any accessories were on the counter. Along with their gloves and boots.

Karlach had sacrificed her top; Hardly fancy, but having been through the deepest pits of Avernus, it was worth something. Her huge, red tits swayed in her otherwise basic black bra, while her Infernal Engine glowed orange under red skin.

Lae'zel looked a bit silly. Having decided to keep her chest plate, and instead offering the bottom half of her armor. Her legs were bare, and her underwear... Seemed to be made of various leather straps? Criss-crossing her midsection, it barely covered her crotch, and did very little to hide her pale green butt.

And Shadowheart... Was being asked to sell the ENTIRETY of her armor.

"Karlach and I are warriors. We face the enemy head on, without fear." Lae'zel explained. "While YOU stay at a distance, flinging in your various spells. What need do you have for armor?"

"What she's TRYING to say, in her oh so pleasant way, is... We need the extra protection in battle. Ideally, you won't." Karlach translated. "I know it's embarrassing. I've practically got my girls out! But if we wanna keep carrying on, it's something we need to do."

"I'm not sure I want to keep carrying on." Shadowheart muttered bitterly. But after a moment... She began reluctantly removing her armor.

The shopkeeper went through all of their offered belongings... And the supplies they'd picked out. She hummed. Karlach leaned against the counter, Lae'zel waited expectantly... And Shadowheart stood in the back, meekly covering herself.

The merchant eyed Karlach. Then Lae'zel. Then the half-elf... Clad in her vibrant purple bra and panties with decorative metallic trim...

"Throw in her underwear, and the stuff is yours. I'll even give you a bottle of mead to go with it."

Everyone's eyes immediately locked onto Shadowheart-- Who froze, as if under a sudden spotlight. "I... What?!"