” She did so, and her breasts popped free. They were impressively large but shapely, pressing forward with minimum sag. Her nipples and areolae were... a dark pink, and already engorged. “Want me to leave on my stockings? I think I look even more naked with them, especially after...” she whisked off her translucent panties. “Hang on just a moment. Boots may get in the way.” She sat briefly on a couch and changed shoes. “High heel but not super-fetish for now. I don’t want to impress you into. ‘About what?’ ‘About… Well, can I come over for dinner tonight?’ ‘Absolutely. In fact, I even bought steaks yesterday – we can do steaks on the grill.’ ‘That sounds good. I’ll be there in… about an hour?’ ‘That works for me.’ Barely an hour later, she rounded the corner of the house, finding me on the back patio with the grill. Crystal had never come over before wearing such a short skirt or such a tight-fitting top with such a low neckline. She grinned wickedly at my reaction, barely. Her brown hair cascaded over her face and partially covered her begging grey eyes."So we... my school has this like... field trip coming up." Uh huh. So I've heard." And I like... don't have enough to go. Daddy says he can't give me any. Your mom, I mean our mom said she can't either... Sooo..." You can ask me," I said with a big smile on my face."I was like wondering... if I could borrow... if you had..." Sure," I interrupted her to help her along. She broke the tiniest of smirks on her. Despite all this, one thing remains constant, no matter who, what, or where you are. In Luxure, no matter who you are, you can be had - for a price.On the same street in Maerwin one might find a princess selling a night of pleasure in exchange for a castle, a sorceress offering a noble her wondrous enchanted armor for an hour's time, or a blacksmith bartering a few thousand gold for a farmer's daughter's year of service. There are legends about when this tradition started - tales of a wizard's.