"Look at this!" Elaris exclaimed, eyes sparkling as she held something up with both hands like she'd just discovered treasure.
I leaned in and saw a delicate set of white elastic strings—barely-there bands that shimmered faintly under the shop's warm light. She stretched them gently between her fingers; they flexed and snapped back with surprising resilience, thin and smooth yet clearly sturdy.
I took the micro-bikini from her carefully, running my thumb along the material. It felt silky, almost liquid, with just enough grip to stay in place on curves.
I went quiet for a second, just holding it.
"It's really good," I finally said, voice low. "Want to go try it on in the back?"
Elaris's smile bloomed instantly. She nodded, cheeks already tinting pink, and we turned together toward the counter.
Ever polite, she looked up at the old Kobold woman. "May we use the changing room, please?"
The owner's knowing smile deepened. "Of course, dear. Take your time."
