LOCATION: RAVENHOLD – BLACKSPIRE MARKETPLACE, NEARLY NAKED
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I limped into the city with one goal: Buy clothes.
Or beg for them. Or steal them. Honestly, pride was dead and buried back in the Slime Pit.
> [STATUS: You are wearing "Crimson Undergarments of Shame"]
Debuff: -40 Confidence
Buff: +25 Attention (from the wrong kind of people)
Nü-Gel squelched beside me in a faux schoolgirl outfit. I didn't code that. She changed her look on her own.
"What are you even doing?" I hissed.
> "Marketplace analysis suggests 86% more successful bonding interactions when your slime has 'aesthetic appeal!' Plus, this skirt is breezy~!"
Kill me.
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Blackspire Marketplace was a sensory overload of floating lanterns, neon spell runes, and half-naked vendors shouting about mana-infused dildos and potions for girth.
I wasn't even surprised anymore.
Then I saw her.
The Tailor.
Taller than average. Skin like golden caramel. One eye covered by an eyepatch that somehow made her even hotter. And she was hammering something with glowing silver thread, wearing a sleeveless leather corset, fishnets, and steel-toed heels.
My Lust Meter pinged like it had been slapped awake.
> [NEW CHARACTER DETECTED: RAENA IRONTHREAD – Lust Artisan Class] Personality: Dominant, Crafty, Sadistic
Specialty: Bondagewear & Magic-Laced Undressing Threads
Companion Compatibility: 94%
Quest Available: "Make Him Wear It."
She looked up. Saw me. Tilted her head.
Then she smirked.
"Hmm. I don't take commissions from beggars."
> [Panic Flirt Triggered]
"W-Well I don't usually beg until after the first date!"
Pause.
Blink.
Smirk Upgrade: Devilish.
"You've got a mouth on you. Come closer."
I did. Because my legs were traitors and my brain was lagging.
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She ran a finger along my chest.
Sparks literally jumped off my skin.
"You're a Sovereign Candidate, aren't you? I can smell the glitch on you."
"Hey! I'm not a glitch—"
> [Status Effect Applied: Flustered by Tall Women] Duration: Permanent
"Tell you what," she purred. "I've got one special set left. But I don't give it away. You want clothes? You'll model for me first."
"Model what?"
Her grin widened.
She snapped her fingers. Four mechanical arms sprang from behind her workbench, holding…
Chains.
Leather straps.
A collar.
Something that vibrated just by looking at it.
> [NEW QUEST: "Serve in Style"]
Objective: Survive Raena's Fitting Session
Reward: Custom Outfit (+Charisma / +Dom Appeal)
Optional Reward: Bonding Route Unlocked
Warning: May involve public teasing, magical restraints, and loss of dignity
Nü-Gel was already filming.
"Smile for the calibration log~!"
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Thirty humiliating minutes later…
I stood in the middle of the marketplace wearing Blackthread Bondwear (Tier 2) — tight black straps, dark silk pants that clung to me like a second sin, and a half-cloak made of dissolving shadow-fabric.
My crotch? Glowing.
My soul? Scarred.
My stats?
> +15 Charisma
+10 Lust Resistance
+1 Unwanted Boner from the Crowd
Raena nodded in approval. "You clean up okay, pet."
I coughed. "I'm not your pet."
She leaned in, breath hot in my ear. "Keep telling yourself that."
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> [Bond Progress: +22%]
Trait Gained: "Obedient... Ish"
You submit just enough to survive. And somehow, that's hotter.
> [Multi-Companion Bonding Mode: UNLOCKED]
Suddenly a new window opened. Nü-Gel clapped her goo-hands excitedly. Velistra's icon blinked red. Raena's turned gold. And a new bar labeled "Harem Stability Index" appeared.
> Current Harem: 2
Stability: Low (Jealousy Rising)
Suggested Action: Create Separate Quarters
Bonus Objective: "Don't Die From Snatchback Syndrome" (Passive)
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Raena tossed me a black card made of stitched runes.
"Your first outfit's free. Next time? You pay in stamina."
She winked.
Nü-Gel squealed.
And my Lust Meter finally hit 100%.
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> [WARNING: MAX LUST REACHED]
Activating: "Core Discharge Protocol"
Find private space immediately or face Public Release Penalty
"NOPE."
I grabbed Nü-Gel and sprinted off into the nearest alley like my dignity had a death timer.
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TO BE CONTINUED