The three gold dress

"That last one looks perfect, right Rosa!" Dukash exclaims, turning to you.

"Are you sure?" You nervously ask, feeling bad about spending so much money. "It's the majority of our budget!"

"Eh, don't worry about it! We'll make plenty from our next quest, now that our debt is paid off. Besides, we can't have you running around in a bathing suit!" Without waiting for an answer, he looks over to the shopkeeper. "She'll take it!"

"Excellent," the old man grumbles, seeming even more annoyed that you actually bought it. He takes the coins from Dukash nonetheless, finalizing the purchase. "Now, missie, you'll have to come with me to the back. There's no way this tiny little thing will fit those knockers! I'll need to make a few alterations."

You blush at his lewd remarks, renewing your hold on your cumbersome tits. "What does... umph... what does that entail?" Despite your best efforts one of your boobs slips past your grasp, right in front of the shopkeeper! Flushed with embarrassment, you eventually get them under control. The old man has an arrogant smirk plastered on his face, not taking his eyes off your body.

"I need your measurements," he gruffly responds, a hint of malice in his voice. "Shouldn't take too long. Ten or twenty minutes, I reckon." Something about his tone makes you think he won't be an honest tailor.

Dukash does not seem to notice, though, smiling broadly. "Sounds perfect! If it's alright with you, Rosa, there's a store across the street I was thinking of checking out. You okay being alone?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine," you softly reply. While you absolutely do not want to be alone with this creep, you would feel even more embarrassed if he had to watch you get measured. There was not much he had not seen already but you still had a smidge of dignity left. With your blessing, he turns and leaves the store, abandoning you to the smug shopkeeper. As Dukash leaves, the old man flips the open sign before walking to the back of the store.

"Follow me!" He calls, pushing through a curtain that separates the main shopping area from a back room. You tentatively follow, joining him in the secluded area. It is not a very large room, though you suppose it does not have to be. It simply contains a pedestal surrounded by three mirrors, presumably where he does his tailoring. Following his lead, you stand on the raised platform, steeling yourself for the measuring. You have never been fitted before so you really do not know what to expect.

"Stand up straight!" He barks, grabbing a roll of measuring tape from a drawer. You scramble to fix your posture, not wanting to anger the man. Your entire body is fully on display now, reflected across the mirrors to show off all your curves. The shopkeeper thankfully does not stare very long, getting to work and measuring your height.

"So, how'd a bashful girl like yourself end up without a shred of clothing?" The old man asks, seemingly trying to make small talk.

"Oh, uhhhh, well I'm trying to be an adventurer." He moves on to your arms, measuring you from fingertip to shoulder. "It did not really go well at first, though, and this mean innkeeper took all my belongings."

"I'm sure he had his reasons," the shopkeeper mumbles in response, moving on to your neck. "A man's got to make a living, after all." You feel oddly **** with the tape wrapped around your throat, even if it was not **** you.

"I suppose," you agree, though it had not really felt too fair at the time. "I did actually get some clothes after that but I lost it fighting gnolls this morning."

"Gnolls, aye? You really get around!" You fill with pride, reveling in your accomplishments. However, that feeling quickly vanishes when the man moves on to your tits. You take a deep breath as he wraps the tape around your bust, reminding yourself that this is necessary for the dress to fit right.

"Hmph, you are a big girl!" The old man commented, making a mark on his arm. "You should be proud of these milkers!"

"Oh, uhh, yeah, I guess," you awkwardly mumble, becoming less and less comfortable. You breathe a sigh of relief as he removes the tape, though immediately shriek as his hands grip your tits. Groping you from behind, he begins to squeeze and fondle your juicy breasts. You try and form words to protest but find you can't, simply whimpering under his practiced hands.

"I'll tell you this, babe, it's been a long time since I've handled jugs as nice as these!" The shopkeeper taunts, speaking right into your ear. "My wife's used to be this firm but these days they sag like the devil." His voice sends shivers down your spine, as do his aggressive hands.

"Oh, well, uhhh, I'm sorry about that but, ummm, could you-"

"Though, I suppose I shouldn't complain," he interrupts, not relenting his **** on your tits. He rolls your nipples between his fingers, sending waves of pleasure through your body. "She still does her duty in the bedroom, though not with much enthusiasm. Even takes it in the mouth, now there's not many my age that can say that!" With one last tug on your sensitive nipples, he releases you, seemingly resuming his work. You are so taken aback by his forwardness that you don't even complain about the violation. Besides, you are just hoping he does not notice how aroused he got you.

"So, adventurin' must be fun for a girl like you," the old man continues, measuring your waist.

"Oh, yeah, I love it!" You start to get worried again as he wraps the tape around your ass, his hands dangerously close to your privates. "It's been a, uhhh, life long dream!"

"Lots of places to see, lots of dicks to ride. You must really get around." His mischievous hands once again wander from the task, his right snaking down and squeezing your ass.

"Well, no, actually, I'm not that kind of girl, really!" Your protests fall on deaf ears, however, as his other hand cups your dripping cunt. You squeal as his fingers dance across your labia, his right still massaging your ass.

"Nonsense! You're wet as a whistle!" Spurred on by your apparent consent, he begins circling your clit with his fingers. His hands are obviously well-practiced, hitting just the right spot in just the right way. You feel yourself getting weak at the knees as he rubs faster, biting your lip to contain a moan. His hand on your ass is not helping either, even if his grip is too tight. He begins circling his fingers lower and lower, getting closer and closer to your opening. If you don't act quickly he will be inside of you!

"Wait, no, stop!" You finally blurt out, though even that basic request is released as a moan. "Please!"

"What's the matter, babe? You obviously want this!" He speeds up his fingering to illustrate this point, making your knees wobble. "What, ya got a boyfriend or somethin'?

"YES!" You practically shout, latching onto the opportunity for escape. "Yes, and I love him very much!"

"Who? The orc bloke?"

"Yes, Dukash! He's the love of my life!" It almost does not feel like a lie to confess your feelings for the bard. Just imagining a relationship with him seems to make you even wetter! Through the mirror, you can see the old man weighing his options. Finally, he withdraws his hands from your nether regions, to your relief and disappointment.

"A man my age knows better to mess with someone his size," the shopkeeper admits, picking the tape back up and moving to your legs. "I beg your pardon, miss."

The rest of the tailoring session goes by without a word, the old man dutifully keeping his hands to himself. It only takes half a minute more anyway, the shopkeeper finally stepping back from your nude form.

"Wait in my shop, I'll be done in a jiffy!" As you turn to leave, he calls out to you. Turning, you see him toss a gold coin your way. "That's hoping you don't mention some of the more intimate details to yer boyfriend." You simply nod and scurry out of the back room.

Now back in the main shopping area, all there is to do is wait for Dukash. However, you quickly realize that the storefront is a window, allowing any who pass an eyeful of your naked body. Panicking, you jump behind a rack of dresses and wait for Dukash's return.

Luckily, he does not take long, soon barging through the door. In his hands is a wooden flute, on which he is playing a wonderful tune. Emerging from behind the dresses, you do your best to cover yourself.

"I thought Thror said just essentials," you chide, though you can't help but enjoy the tune.

"Music IS essential!" The half-orc shoots back, making you giggle. "I haven't had one of these since I was a kid! God, I've missed this." As he launches into another song, the shopkeeper emerges from the back, dress in hand. He helps you slip into it (whilst behaving like an absolute gentleman) and brings you a mirror. The robes are beautiful, fitting perfectly to your body. Finally, you can walk around not only clothed but in style!

"Thank you so much, sir!" Dukash calls, taking your hand and leading you out of the store.

"It be my pleasure," he replies, stepping behind the counter. "And hang on to that girl of yours. Yer a lucky man!" Dukash does not seem to register the comment, the two of you leaving the store and returning to the street.

"You are gonna love this, Rosa," he says almost giddily. "I found the perfect place for us to eat!" Suddenly, he stops in his tracks, slapping his own forehead. "WAIT! I totally forgot, we're out of money aren't we?"

"Not exactly," you reply, wearing a coy smile as you open your palm, revealing the gold coin. "I got us a... discount!"

"Holy shit, you're amazing! How did you manage that?!?!"

"Oh, a girl has her ways..." You can't wipe the smile off your face as Dukash leads you down the street to your dinner destination.