She’s got underwear too, right?

The blacksmith looks Marie up and down. He likes what he sees, which Marie can’t blame him. She knows how attractive she is of course, she’s not stupid.

He gives her a look, “What’s under those robes?”

Marie looks offended. “I beg your pardon?”

He repeats himself. “What’s under the robes?”

Marie points a finger. “Listen you perverted little peasant! You don’t just ask a woman about her undergarments like that!”

The blacksmith smirks. “So you do have underwear on.” He crosses his arms. “I’ll give you ten gold for them.”

Marie blushes fiercely. “W-well I never! This is preposterous!”

The blacksmith only shrugs. “Up to you miss. I’ll find another buyer I’m sure…”

This is outrageous! This man wants her to give up every last stitch of clothing she owns for one stupid bikini? She does need it…but…at this cost? Surely there must be a better way…