With a little help, yes

Beneath her skirt, the gem pulsed hungrily. It could sense this opportunity, hanging like a ripe fruit just waiting to be picked, and it seized upon it.

With another subtle twinge of its power, the gem lowered the neckline of Venus' blouse, an inch and a half quietly slipping away, the neckline widening slightly as well. Venus' nipples were now just barely concealed, her aereola peeking above the neckline.

The fruit plucked, the gem settled back to savor its flavor.

Venus sauntered over to the rack of daggers Hagran had gestured to. As she did so, she couldn't help but consider the conflicting feelings inside her. This felt so wrong, and yet so right, and she didn't know what to do with it.

As she pulled a random blade from the waist-high rack, she finally made up her mind. That thrill of excitement had been something different, something alien, and yet she couldn't deny the strange pleasantness behind the sensations. Maybe she was crazy. Maybe not. Besides, Hagran had already seen quite a bit. What more could this hurt, at this point?

She quietly set the dagger back in the rack, carefully stealing a glance at the back of the shop. Hagran was working with her sandal, though admittedly not all that hard. She caught him as he looked back down, clearly stealing another look at her. That cemented the deal. She'd take this opportunity, and see what happened.

Venus intentionally bent at the waist, as though she was going for a closer look at the blades on display before her. As she did so, she subtly shifted her arms, placing her hands between her thighs, and rolling her shoulders forward a bit.

She could feel Hagran's eyes burning into her chest as she slowly leaned forward, could feel her breasts as they shifted, **** upwards by her arms. She barely muffled a gasp as she felt the neckline of her blouse catch momentarily on her hardening nipples, before the soft material gave way, grazing past them, the warm air within the shop seeming to caress her small, crinkled nubs as they came free of the blouse.

She stayed that way for a good thrity seconds, perusing the daggers before her, before she plucked a stilletto dagger, one of a matching pair, from the rack. She stood up, her fingers deftly spinning the blade, testing its' weight. As she did so, her arms released their hold on her breasts, and they shifted downwards, the blouse drifting up to meet them. Her nipples caught against the material again, and Venus could tell they weren't going back into her blouse without assistance. She resisted the urge to tuck them away, instead resolving to not "notice" until Hagran said something about it.

She was satisfied with the blade. It was sharp, and well-balanced, so she snagged the other one, and their sheathes, off the rack. As she did so, she looked up at Hagran, clearly catching him staring this time, and sweetly asked him, "Did you manage to fix it, Hagran? I'd hate to have to walk home without it."

Hagran stammered and spluttered, his face turning a deep, vibrant red behind his beard, as he averted his gaze. "I, uh, it's, ah... I can't actually, um, do anything with this, Venus. The strap's too narrow."

Venus groaned inwardly, making a mental note that her magically-generated clothing could be removed, and even handed to someone else, but there was a good chance it couldn't be repaired by normal means. As much as she'd suspected it, the confirmation annoyed her. She'd have to be careful about magically repairing her clothes.

Hagran walked back over to the counter, her ruined sandal still in his massive hand, and handed it back to her. "Sorry, Venus, I wish I could do something more with it." Venus watched as he valiantly tried to keep his eyes off her chest, mostly succeeding, as she set the daggers on the counter, leaning over it slightly, her breasts resting on the countertop as she said slightly up it, her blouse slipping a half-inch down in response. "How much for these daggers, Hagran? The craftsmanship is exquisite, by the way."

"F-f-forty gold, Venus." Venus smiled, quietly removing the requisite gold from her coinpurse. While Hagran counted her gold and stored it in the strongbox below his counter, Venus took the opportunity to affix the sheathes to her belt, sliding the daggers into them.

"All set, Venus. Have a good day." Venus smiled prettily as she picked up her ruined sandal, and replied, "Thanks again, Hagran, for both your help, and the excellent blades. I'll see you around." She turned away from the counter, and started towards the door, mindful of the fact her nipples were still caught on the top of her blouse, knowing she couldn't do anything about it until after she was out of Hagran's sight.

As she reached for the door, Hagran called out to her, "Oh, Venus...