Sara had been going about her business as usual, albeit enjoying herself slightly more than usual, given her attire. With the armored top she had on, customers were having an even harder time of looking her in the eyes. With the loincloth, she was able to fell eyes bore into her backside every time she bent over, crouched down, or jumped up to reach a box on the shelves. It helped that the heavy chainmail 'cloth' weighed down the loose chain waistband; every trip across the store, more of her ass came into view, and she only readjusted herself either when she was sure everybody had gotten a good look, or when someone could see black hair peeking out in the front.
Still, her bashful customers didn't call attention to it, and neither did her coworkers. Even Larry was having trouble meeting her eyes as he came up to her with another box in hand.
"Geeze," he said, blushing, "is that really what management sent in...?"
"Yeah, right?" Sara laughed. "Is there really a game with a protagonist wearing this?"
Larry nodded. "Yeah, no, I've seen the trailers. That's pretty much... yeah. Good replica." Sara raised an eyebrow and waited for Larry's eyes to sweep up that far. She smirked as he turned a deeper shade of red, and hurriedly handed her another box.
"A-Anyway, I forgot to mention. These came with the costume. You're supposed to carry these around too." Sara whistled as she opened the package to find a shield and sword, completing her warrior ensemble. Larry's eyes drifted again for a moment, before he shook himself back to his senses and turned away. "Just... try to hang in there until the event."
Sara waved him off as she picked up the shield with her other hand. There wasn't a strap to fit it onto her wrist, just a handle she'd have to hold. Not a great replica for a shield, but along with the sword, which was also a pretty solid, cumbersome replica, it gave her an excuse to further expose herself. She could feel her loincloth slipping just as she was standing there, and with her hands full, who would blame her if they were to suddenly slip?
Sara licked her lips. Her hands were full now, so there was little else to do but drum up business by standing around outside the store front. And she'd drum up business alright.
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