A backpack, cooking supplies, and... a staff?

A bit bored waiting by the door, you brush some of your hair behind your ear and walk to the side, self-conscious of your bouncing breasts and wiggling ass. It's as you look at the rows of shelves that you spot something. A mirror.

There's a body-length mirror on the far wall to the left of the door. You step up to it and for the first time since the start of your adventure, you look at your reflection.

You're short. Very short. Tiny, even. Not even nearing five feet! Yet despite your short height, you have wide hips, thick thighs, an expansive and jiggly ass, and tits that are downright enormous to the point of being disproportionate. They're wider than your hips, bigger than your head, and have enough weight to hang down to your stomach, which is flat but hardly toned. You cup one of them, biting your lip as a quick shock of pleasure goes through you at the mere touch. Your body is lewd... You've known that since puberty. Curvy yet petite, short yet well-endowed. Your body is downright comically sexual with its disproportionate tits and ass. Even your nipples look oddly tiny due to the sheer amount of breastflesh that surrounds them, pink and pointy with faint areola.

Your hair is a chocolate brown, straight and long, flowing to reach midway down your back in waves. Your brown eyes are big, doe-like, and have an innocent look to them that betrays the hidden submissive desires in your heart. Yet in the right light, some tell your your brown eyes look almost red. You're completely nude, not even a pair of boots, and you've been this way all day since that innkeeper took everything you owned for collateral. Every inch of your tan, flawless skin is on display and judging from what Fran said, you'll have to get used to walking around in the buff. At least until you can do enough work for the party to earn clothes.

That is... if you even want to hurry on that.

Despite what one might think from your pretty and innocent looking appearance, you're well aware of your extremely lewd body. You're actually quite proud of your ass, boobs, and curves. As much as walking around naked like this is embarrassing, it's secretly a huge turn-on knowing that your nude, lewd body is drawing the obscene attention and lustful interest of men and women alike... Your pussy gets wet at the idea of them mistaking you for a whore and throwing you against the nearest wall.

"Rosa!" Fran's voice chirps from behind you. You turn, your tits swinging and your bare feet padding on the wooden floor of the store to face your party leader. You turn just in time to catch something long and rigid.

"A staff? But I don't need a staff to cast my magic," you say.

Fran stands there, tail swaying behind her. Newton stands next to her, spear held in one hand almost like he's guarding her as a sentry. Linden isn't here, but you can hear him clanking around elsewhere in the store, while Riley is still hidden somewhere. "I know!" she says.

"Then why get me this staff?" you ask.

The catgirl grins, padding up on her pawed feet. You're curious why she's approaching you, but then you gasp and moan when her hand grips your left breast and begins to roughly knead and play with it. She continues the conversation like normal despite the blatant groping. "It'll augment your magic, darlin'! Go ahead, close your eyes n' focus on it. See how it'll affect your spells! It's just a basic model staff though, so don't get too excited!"

Your breath quivers in arousal at your party leader's groping. You had no idea you were even into girls, yet this cat is playing you like a fiddle... The stimulation is making it hard to focus, but you try to imagine the staff in your hand in your mind's eyes...

Your Heal spell is heavily affected by proximity. Unless you're touching or have your hands held over someone, then even a few paces away drastically reduces the effect. However it can be used on any ally in proximity, even behind you. It looks like if you channel Heal through the staff you'll be able to cast your Heal spell at any distance, but only if they're actually visible in your line of sight.

"Um, it-Ah! I-It looks like I can use this t-to heal at a distance..."

"Oh, nifty!" Fran chirps. "We also got it for ya'll to use as a walkin' stick, to block attacks with, and so that people know you're a spellcaster n' don't think you're our **** just because you're naked n' gotta a big backpack on!"

You're panting now, which isn't helped by Fran's other hand finding your other tit. The way her hands massage and pinch the deep, soft flesh of your boobs... It's like a bard is playing the lute on your libido! "B-But I-Ah! I don't have a big b-b-"

A backpack suddenly appears in Fran's hand. "Thank ya kindly, Riles!" Wait, Riley is here? "Lin, ya here? Help Rosa put on her new backpack!"

There's a drawing clanking sound. From the shelf behind you, Linden stomps around the corner and into sight. Normally, the visage of a massive armored man in a horned helmet would intimidate you, but... maybe it's the fact that Linden saved you from that drunk lecher earlier, but you feel a safe, calming presence around Linden. Fitting, since he's the party's tank and probably the one who's going to be most in charge of protecting you from attacks and receiving your healing services.

Fran lets go of your tits and tosses the backpack to Linden. The giant tank catches it, holding it up by the straps. It's a large leather backpack, roughly rectangular shaped and looks like it's built to store a lot. The jangling noise inside indicates there's already something in it. Noticing your expression, it's surprisingly Newton who speaks up.

"We got you some cooking supplies. No one else in the party can cook n' one a' the things you said in the sales pitch was that you were good at it, right? Well, we better enjoy some quality meals on the trails, girl," the draconic lancer explains. "Should be all the essentials. Fran's had cooking lessons, they just never took."

"Oi!"

"So we knew what the right supplies n' spices were to get. Ya know, pots, wooden ladles... other stuff. I expect good grub, got it?" Newton says, slit topaz eyes sending you a serious leer that doesn't seem to contain any lust for your body like Fran and Linden (possibly?) show.

You swallow hard and nod. "I promise, I'm a really good cook, even over a campfire! Just give me a chance!"

"A' fuckin' course I will. After all, Fran's speakin' for you. Right, boss?"

The catgirl just grins, giving a peace sign.

A clank from behind you catches your attention. You turn to see Linden awkwardly holding the backpack, ready to help you put it on. You're not sure why, since you can just slip it on yourself, but... Hmm, Linden wants to help. Maybe you should just let him so he feels like he's being accommodating to the new girl? And you can potentially tease him with your naked curves a bit.