Muge

You and Nel head down to the Blacksmith's shop where you hear Muge clanging away at her newest project. She's always been quirky like that, enjoying the little things and always with new ideas and dispositions. When you enter the shop, she looks up at you.

"Hi!" She says, putting down her hammer. Her hair hangs loose around her shoulders, a few freckles poke through her face. Her blacksmith get-up is a tight, black sleeveless T that hangs over any bust she might have, her pants tightly leatherbound to her legs. She winks a green eye at you. "What can I do you for?" She asks, sticking a finger in to her teeth to scratch at them.

"Her, really?" Nel whispers to you. "She couldn't help us even if she wanted to. Too busy in her own cookiness. She sat behind me in class, always day dreaming, one hand down her pants the other raising it so that the teacher would call on her so she could say whatever dumb idea she was thinking. Ask someone else."

"Hi, Muge," you say, rolling your eyes at your sister. "I've been selected to lead the quest against the dragon."

"Ah, yes," she says. "That dragon is really very mean. Someone should ask him to play nice." Muge says this with confidence, beaming.

"Uhhh, yeah," you say. "We were wondering if you wouldn't want to come along with us. I figured you could help with supplying us with some weapons and I've heard you're a pretty good fighter as well."

"You heard right!" Muge says, flexing an arm. You see the makings of a well-defined bicep, likely from swinging away at a hammer all day, but nothing off-puttingly large. "And sure, I'd be happy to come along."

"Great!" You say.

"Great? That's it?" Your sister snips at you. "You made me show me my tits and all you have to say to her is 'Great'? You really are just a fucking pervert." Muge looks at the two of you funny.

"Well, if that's all it takes..." Muge said, and she pulls up her shirt, revealing her tits -- larger than Nel's but still not particularly large, they fall lightly together as she pulls up her shirt, and she swings lightly back and forth, letting them loosely bounce about. You lick your lips.

"Actually, Muge," you say. "I'm going to need a little bit more from you -- in order to ensure that you can really contribute to the team." You sister glares at you.

"Oh?" Muge asks. "What is it?"