The one gold dress

Thanks to street0 for coming up with the idea for this branch :)

You feel incredibly... conflicted. Your heart really wants the three gold dress, your economical side knows the two gold dress was the best value, but your body...

You cannot believe yourself! After two days of being exposed to the entire city, privacy is finally within your grasp and yet you... don't want it? But there it is, this strong urge to pick the one gold dress. Is it wrong that you want people to lust after your body, to imagine you in a variety of dirty scenarios which they would never get to act out? Unless, of course, they just take you for themselves...

"Ma'am, I do not have time to-"

"The one gold one!" You blurt out, quickly covering your mouth. However, you know that as soon as the words left your mouth you were locked on this course. As the old shopkeeper wandered back to the lingerie section, Dukash gives you a worried look.

"Rosa, are you sure about this?" He looks quizically at the revealing bra and panty set. "It's quite... revealing..."

"I just wanna save us money!" You reply, trying to hide your true intentions. In fairness, that is a nice side effect. "You and Thror have been so generous that I want to use as little resources as possible." Your mouth curls into a cute smile as you begin to blush. "Besides, they are really cute!" This seems to be all the convincing Dukash needs. You can even see him blush at the thought of seeing you in such suggestive attire.

Having seemingly won over your companion, you watch as the old man brings you your new outfit. It is even more transparent up close, or at least it seems that way. Taking the skimpy outfit from his hands, you turn around and slip it on. The two other men in the room do not bother trying to hide their lust, staring at your back while you change. Normally you would be mortified but for some reason their perverted gazes just give you a rush!

Once your body is "covered," you turn back around. "So, Dukash, what do you think?" You give him a twirl and watch as his eyes light up.

He simply hands the shopkeeper the gold coin. "Worth every copper..." he mumbles, not able to tear his eyes away from you. The old man just takes the money and, after one last longing look in your direction, returns to his place behind the counter. Grabbing Dukash's hand, you let him lead you out of the shop.

"You know, I... I think you look really amazing in that outfit, Rosa," he gushes, making you blush. "Like, I know I was doubting your choice before and I one hundred percent want to withdraw my criticisms. I should have never doubted your tits, oh, I mean, your decision-making skills!"

"Why, thank you!" You chirp, enjoying the special treatment he is giving you. Perhaps being the center of attention is not the worst thing in the world...

"And besides, now we have THREE GOLD to spend! Let's see where we wanna spend it!"

As the two of you go window shopping, you start to realize the kind of attention your attire now brings. Before, it was very obvious that your nudeness was an accidental, temporary affair. Men would see you as a babe in the woods, a blushing beauty. However, in lingerie it is an entirely different game. Your clothes are an invitation all by themselves. Men eye you with a hunger that you have rarely seen. Many men do everything short of outright prepositioning you on the street. You are sure they would even go that far if not for the half-orc at your side. A few gentlemen pull out bags of coins, compensation for the services they are sure you offer. One bold teenager even whips out his erect cock and waves it from an alley, promising to use it if you just come over.

The old you would be mortified by their forwardness, trying your best to shrink away from the unwanted, lecherous attention. However, it is like the clothing gave you new confidence. You flirt back to the more attractive ones, shaking your ass or giving them a wink. When one woman gives you a look of utter contempt, you quickly flash a titty. You have to contain your laughter at the lady's reaction, the poor noblewoman fanning herself in shock. Dukash is blissfully unaware of your interactions, focused on the various storefronts.

"Ah, this one has to have some good stuff!" He finally exclaims. You had been busy ogling an attractive jeweler, just now turning around to see what Dukash has picked.