What Fantasy Adventure is Complete Without Cute Girls?

Two people. There are currently two people in this quaint little shop, or at least, two people that you can see.

One is a woman, so shockingly beautiful that her very image looks straight out of a painting born from the finest of artisans of the land. Her blonde hair alluringly cascades down her soft-looking face. Shining blue eyes shimmering with kindness as she talks with the other customer. Her smile looks infectious, as if just seeing it for a single moment could make you forget all of your woes for all eternity. That's not even talking about her body because... hot damn, you're lucky.

She looks to be of elven origin, given her pointed ears, clearly visible for all to see. Shapely breasts straining the chest-area of her dress so hard that the buttons look like they're about to burst. A massive, as the youth say, "Wagon" of an ass just waiting to be pounded into the dirt below by a strong human. Perfectly grabbable hips, fit for latching on to as you slam your prick into her snatch. Luscious lips, alluring eyes, a modest-yet-sexy all-encompassing look that you just love to see.

...

Ah, right. My mistake. The other person. The other customer inside of this quaint little tailor. That other person.

She's... also a woman, a fellow human in-fact. Hazelnut-brown hair tied into a pony tail, eyes gleaming with a thirst for action and adventure, and a smile that glows as bright as the morning sun. She looks confident, smiling and talking with the, you assume, tailor of this shop. You _can _tell, however, that her demeanor isn't that of a seasoned warrior, but rather that of an amateur adventurer wishing to fight another day. She's also clad in what you assume to be steel, plated armor, perfectly placed around her body as to not expose any **** areas.

As you open the door and walk in, a chime alerts the tailor, who you hear mutter out a quick, "Ah, apologies! Someone else is here at the moment!" to her adventurer colleague, before she briskly, but gracefully, made her way to the back of the counter, the click-clacking of her shoes being the only source of sound in the otherwise silent shop.

"Good morning, good sir. Welcome to Threads and Strings." Smiling and closing her eyes, she politely bows in greeting.

"What brings you to our shop?" She (cutely) tilts her head to the side, a curious look dawning upon her features.

"Yeah. Not many days where someone who looks like they just survived a dragon attack walks into the store! So early too, eh?" Thus, comes the voice of the other woman. The brunette adventurer chuckles to herself as she walks toward you and the blond, smirking in amusement at you. Just you, in general.

"And handsome too~" She teasingly follows up, grinning at you flirtily.

"Can't help it when I'm face to face with a bunch of cuties first thing in the morning." You fire back, though lacking a distinct flirting tone that she did. Looks like you're still not fully there, eh? You probably should've drunk some coffee before trying to solve one of your problems.

The brunette simply laughs at your comment, not taking you seriously, and turns her back towards you, all the while pridefully chuckling, her rambunctious laugh echoing the building. "That's so dumb, man~ Heh, just for that, I'll leave you two be~" She semi-teases and semi-dismisses, before walking away from you two and taking her time looking at the fabrics offered.

"Ah- Sorry about my friend! She's a bit..." She curtly apologized, again politely bowing her head as she trails off, trying to find the correct words at the moment.

"Eccentric?" You follow up, smirking mischievously, looking over the two women in the shop. You figure that it's finally your time to shine.

"Yes, that!" She smiles, gratefully, before a look of realization dawns on her. "Ah, yes! What brings you to our old and dusty tavern?

"Ah, right..." You snap your fingers in mock remembrance before you lean forward on the counter, getting a bit closer, physically at least, to her. You look away and make a mock thinking gesture, making a small show out of it, before you nod to yourself and turn back to her, a look in your eyes that says "I know what I want." Sneakily, you look her over, before an idea dawns on you. Perhaps some soft music will make negotiations a bit easier. As your mother's taught you: "A copper saved is a copper earned!"

"It seems I've found myself in a predicament, fair lady." You start, sneakily strumming at your lute, imbuing notes with... a certain type of magic.

"You see, just last night, my garments were rend asunder, torn into what you can see before you by a foul beast of the night. I was... arrogant, too prideful in my abilities, and it almost cost me my life. I was battered and exhausted, and so, against my better judgement, I chose to drown my sorrows and failures in the warm embrace of ****." You dramatically say, clenching your fist near your chest as your free hand continues to strum on your lute.

"So, I stand here on this beautiful morning to do business with you, fair maiden of this shop. I request garments, fitting of someone as noble as myself!" You end, spreading your arms wide as if greeting the world itself. Your gaze finally moves back towards her, and it seems she's more focused on your music rather than your words. You can see that her eyes look like they're starting to cloud and fog up, looking more unfocused by the minute. Nothing opens people up and brings them together more than music, eh?

You opt to snap your fingers in front of her, snapping her out of her little trance, to which her reaction is almost immediate. Cute features lighting up in red, shyly stammering apologies like there's no tomorrow, and a single question asking you to repeat what you just said, to which you simply say, "I wish to do business with your quaint shop to replace my tattered and battered garments."