This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder than Expected (A Futa LitRPG)

2.07 Sabina

"Are you completely incapable of controlling yourself?" Rosalie hissed. "The dressing room! And so loud! Everyone heard you!"

"It was mostly her," Zoey said defensively. "I was trying to be quiet."

"Quiet! Were you? I could hear the slapping from across the store. Do you have any idea how mortifying that was?"

"Why would you be embarrassed?" Zoey's face was burning crimson. Lost in the moment, she'd been more than willing to break the litany of social norms she had, pounding herself into the cute store attendant. Now, faced with Rosalie's scathing condemnation, and having been escorted out by an uncomfortable-looking guardsman, the reality of what she'd done had hit her.

And she hadn't even gotten to buy the clothes she'd picked out.

"Why would I be embarrassed? Are you serious? I came in with you, you blithering idiot!"

Rosalie was actually pretty mad. Zoey supposed she had every right to be. "I—yeah, I'm sorry. She just, came in and," Zoey gesticulated with her hands. "It all happened so fast."

"I took care of you this morning. Was that not enough? How many times a day do you need to be satisfied?"

Zoey coughed. As many times as cute girls throw themselves at me? The upper bound number would only upset Rosalie, so she didn't share it.

But still. She shouldn't have done it in the dressing room. That had been inappropriate. And she'd embarrassed Rosalie. Zoey could embarrass herself as much as she wanted, but her association with Rosalie had been inconsiderate.

"I'm sorry. I really am. If I can make it up to you, just let me know."

Rosalie's eyes widened in outrage, and Zoey stuttered to clarify.

"Not like that! I'm not being gross. I'm sorry I put you in that situation. Really. If I can make it up, tell me how."

The words placated her, but she still wasn't pleased. She shook her head and stalked away. "Make it up to me by not sticking your dick in the next halfway-willing girl you find. At least when we're together. We're on a schedule if you've forgotten—or I am, since you clearly aren't—and you wasted an hour of our time, dealing with that."

"Right," Zoey said. "I won't." Callie had wrung her well and dry, anyway. She had made sure losing her job had been worth it; she'd used Zoey until both their legs were shaking.

So Zoey would be good for, hm, about an hour, considering this insatiable thing between her legs. It's not entirely my fault, okay?

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The next clothing store was less eventful. Zoey made the first additions to her burgeoning wardrobe. She went with the looser men's underwear. It turned out—as demonstrated by Callie—that there were benefits to the odd looks Zoey received when her situation was on subtle display.

What was a bit of embarrassment, when it meant eager girls like Callie could discover her secret, and take interest?

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Afterward, she and Rosalie headed to an alchemist recommended by Fe. The artificers of Treyhull were a tight knit group, as was perhaps expected. And since Zoey was considering commissioning some potions from the reagents she'd acquired, she wanted someone who was prepared for their odd nature. Fe had assured her that Sabina was the go-to for the odd and bizarre. The alchemist was a woman who loved, above all else, inventions and exploration; a trait that had allegedly left her in quite a poor fiscal situation, despite her talents at potion-making.

Which was a fact that confirmed itself on arrival. Sabina's store was in ragged condition. The glass panes out front were foggy from not being cleaned. The sign above the doorway could use a paint-over. Overall, not the greatest first impression.