Try to take it off

She managed to keep her voice even, and said, "Thanks, Hagran. Give me just a moment."

She carefully crouched down, mindful of the skirt she was wearing, even if it was a bit long. As her right knee touched the floor, her left knee came up to brush her chest. As her skirt slipped off her knee, she was shocked to feel her nipple graze her knee.

She flushed an even deeper shade of red as she looked down, spying her left breast hanging mostly out of her blouse. Flustered, she fumbled with her blouse for a moment, not making eye contact nor saying anything to Hagran. She didn't trust her voice. Her hand, then her wrist, brushed against her hardening nipple, sending little tingles through her, as she tried to grapple her breast into her blouse. After what felt like an eternity, she finally managed to get her breast tucked away again, mentally sighing in relief as she got it put away.

As she reached for the strap to her sandal, she could feel her nipple tingling as if resenting the lack of touch. With her head leaning forward a bit, she could see the blouse falling slightly away from her nipples, and she realized she couldn't just think up a bra in this top. The U-shaped neck cut too far down, and a bit too wide, to hide that, and she couldn't just alter her top in front of Hagran without arousing suspicions. She'd just have to deal with it for the moment, then fix this problem later.

She was pleasantly surprised when the buckle around her left ankle came free, and even more surprised when it came off in her hand. This was an interesting development. She stood again, and went to hand the sandal to Hagran, hoping this wouldn't get awkward. As she looked back to his face, he could see the faint disappointment that she had tucked her breast away, not that it averted his eyes any.

It didn't. Hagran took the sandal as though it were a normal sandal, and turned it over a few times in his hands, flexing the soft, thin leather. As he examined the sandal, Venus let out a faint sigh of relief, and started talking to Hagran again.

"I need a new silver dagger. Lost the last one in an ambush by a pack of ghouls. You wouldn't happen to have one handy, would you?" Her voice, despite all the mishaps of the last few moments, was much more stable than she would have thought.

He gestured with his head towards a rack on the counter he stood behind. "Right there. Take your pick. I'll give you a bit of a discount on it, too, since you're a regular and all that." He turned towards his tools at the back of the shop, leaving her to stand there, somewhat surprised. He'd never offered a discount for being a regular before.

A slightly strange thought filtered into her mind, that maybe this was connected to the mishap with her blouse. Maybe she could tease him a bit....

She flushed a bit again, mentally slapping herself. What had gotten into her? She wasn't one of those whores from the seedier part of town who flaunted herself! That was outrageous!

Another faint voice countered with, "But that was a little exciting, wasn't it?" She subconsciously brushed her left nipple through her blouse, feeling it's hardness clearly, another pleasant tingle running through her. Maybe it was? No. It wasn't.

Or was it? She was finally **** to admit a part of her was tempted to do a little more...