Seems pretty good.

“Yeah I love it.” You say, clap your hands and hop kicking your feet in the air with a tiny little squeak. ‘What the fuck was that?’ You think to yourself.

He laughs, “Well aren’t you just cute as a button. Let me help you load it all up.” He then shows you exactly how to stow all the spare magazines for quick retrieval. Helps you adjust the sling and find where it sits on your body the most comfortable, and still easy to swing into act. The belt ends up working best sitting low on your hips and adjusting the drop of the low slung holster so it is on your leggings. It ends up quite comfortable but you have to bend a tiny bit to draw and discover your new draw stroke is fastest and easiest when you bend your knees a bit, arch your back, and pull, so basically you stick your ass out every time. “Real nice.” He says watching you practice and you are pretty sure you can see his pants bulging. “Oh I almost forgot, I have a really good silencer that will work great for your pistol if you have any more money, it’s 50 gold.”

“Yeah I’ll take it.” You say and he puts it on for you, then adjusts your holster to fit, which ends up swapping the lower piece with another.

“Oh I almost forgot, I have a cool thing most ladies love. Just a sec.” He brings out a white cloth bandage looking thing. “Here pull off your armored top a sec. Oh and the other tight top I think.” You do, and he straps it on just below your tiny bikini, brushing against your nipples, on accident, yeah right, several times. Embarrassingly they get all hard and pointy as if he was turning you on. Then he tucks a tiny pistol with tomcat 32 auto stamped on the side with glossy pink grips. “There now pull your top back on.” He helps you don your top and armor. Once it is all back on you can’t believe it, you can’t really feel it. “Can’t feel it can you?” He asks smiling.

“No I can’t, that’s crazy.”

That bandage holster will hold any small gun under 5” long and 4” tall, I really like that tomcat you have in there now, it is a 7+1 shot .32 acp, but I have a couple others that fit if you want to look, oh and the holster is magic, cuts the weight of the pistol by a fifth, oh and holds 2 ex mags, so that little guy feels like 3 ounces. Under 4 fully loaded and two ex mags loaded as well.

“How much?”

“Well that gun, oh it’s only magicked for cleaning, 2 ex mags, the holster, and 50 magic acid bursting bullets, umm, carry the one, okay 70 gold.”

“Fine I’ll take it.”

“Nice, I’ll load it for you.” He reaches up and lightly strokes your hard nipple, then pulls out the gun and loads it and the magazines, tucking the box with the remaining 28 magic bullets in your fanny pack. With a light soft caress of your ass, “Oops sorry.”

Thinking about your remaining funds you ask, “Know a good place to get a magic sword?”

“Sure the best in hell is Izziklavakkla’s place. He is a real creepy dude, an illithid, but he does great work and I hear he has gone vegan, had a religious awakening or something, so people say he’s harmless. I don’t know really, but he is great at cards and shoots some pretty mean darts. Cool dude I hang with him and some of the other local shopkeepers on the weekends. Oh and totally gay so you won’t have to worry about him rubbing all over you.” He then points. “Down that way 3 blocks, then turn right, half a block down on your left. Sign says “Eversharp Blades” can’t miss it.”

“Thanks.” You say and turn to leave.

“Oh I’m Sean of course, I didn’t catch your name.”

Without even a thought you turn and answer, “My name is Riley. Pleasure doing business with you.”

“Lovely name. Hay, if you’re still in town, me and the guys all shoot darts day after tomorrow at the Wonton Wench. It’d be great if you came.”

“If I’m still in town.” You give him a little wave and head out. Once outside you do a quick guesstimate count of your remaking funds, “Nice, like 4850 gold. Not bad.”