Chapter 8: Chapter 08

"Alright," Roxy said, three days later. "Thanks to some contract amendments and some delves in a more level-appropriate Dungeon for me, Lisa is now a Level 12 Miner and Blacksmith."

"And since I'm Roxy's Familiar," Lisa added, "We're treated as having access to each other's Classes for the purposes of certain synergistic abilities. Which means, she's built a whole new floor where she can make automatons swing the pickaxes for us! And, y'know, smelt the ores into metals."

"We've been prioritizing the highest tier metals Lisa can work with," Roxy added. "Which, very thankfully, we got enough of out of just a day of automated mining to spend the entirety of today working on a full set of Level 12 gear for you two!"

"What happened to our delve slots over those three days, incidentally?" Akane asked.

"Huh? Oh, my deal with the Guild was that, any slots we don't use that day get handed out to the next party of delvers to book a delve. So, y'know. We handed out twenty four free runs of that particular Dungeon. Doesn't matter. Let's start, first and foremost, with the weapons."

"So, fun fact," Lisa said. "Farmers handle the production of all plant-based materials, and that includes wood. So, Akane, here's a Level 12 Living Cherry staff. It'd take me five minutes to list off all the bonuses it gives, so you can just read it."

"And, what, a Blacksmith can make staves?" Nicky asked. "From wood?"

"Blacksmiths make personal equipment," Lisa said with a shrug. "Clothes, armor, swords, staves... you name it. And more reasonably, here's your all-metal Level 12 Purified Mythril Longsword and Shield pair. Also with five minutes of talking worth of bonuses that you can just read."

"Fuck, these are heavy," Nicky said, stumbling forward and disappearing them into her inventory before they could put a hole in Roxy's floor. "Why are they so heavy? How am I supposed to use them?"

"Swords aren't necessarily heavy, but they are weighted so that they've got inertia and momentum and they hit hard, hard enough to break bones even if they don't actually cut,"  Lisa explained. "With higher-level metals, they get heavier so they have more momentum and hit harder... but that only works because high-level martials are strong enough to swing them. You're not, so you need a strength boost. Which brings us to the subject of armor."

"We put most of our efforts into these armor pieces," Roxy said. "They took a lot of time to make, and that's with Lisa and I utilizing some expensive tricks to speed up the most repetitive processes. First and foremost, we have Akane's robe, woven from ghostfiber." She produced from her own inventory something that looked to be very sheer lingerie attached to few bits of decorative metal.

"What," Nicky said flatly, as Akane immediately disappeared her clothes off of her body and into her inventory, rushing to put on the incredibly skimpy so-called robe.

Starting at the neck with a polished, engraved, and bejeweled collar, the "robe" continued downward in a pair of narrow strips of sheer, clingy fabric, attached at the top to a ring at the front of the collar- an ideal place to hook a leash, as well- before swooping down to just    barely cover- but not conceal- Akane's nipples, and then attach to another metal band parked just below Akane's breasts, where it would've been concealed by them if they'd been allowed to hang naturally. The effect of the top half was that of a very supportive bra, lifting Akane's tits and squeezing them together just enough to produce some very lovely cleavage.

From that band, another four strips of sheer fabric began, these ones far wider, but far less concealing, serving more to accentuate Akane's hips and thighs, and draw the eye towards them, with only one of them doing anything at all that might resemble an attempt to conceal that Akane was an omega who was feeling quite excited at the moment.

"Plus the boots and the gloves," Roxy added, producing matching garments that could hardly be called such. "And the hat!"

Akane obediently donned them nonetheless, and found her ensemble completed with a pair of long, sheer gloves that terminated in more engraved metal, a pair of thigh-highs that connected metal thigh-collars to black high-heeled calf boots, and an incongruously normal wizard's hat and staff.

"...Why is her outfit so outrageously sexual?" Nicky asked.

"Well, for one, it's made entirely out of resources that I or Lisa can produce more of, pretty much without limit, for as long as we're alive," Roxy said. "I figured I might as well have some fun with it. And two, it's not as stupid as it looks. Wearing armor that's a higher level than you gives penalties that can most practically be canceled out by making the armor very revealing. This would be bad, except that for some reason, this does not at all care about the enchantments such revealing armor is eligible for, which let it still protect everywhere the armor isn't, making for a set of armor that's just as effective as the normal stuff, but while being wearable by low-levels like yourself. And three... well, you know. I wanted to see you two in slutty delving outfits, and I thought it'd be hot to watch you do a whole delve dressed like that."

"Wait," Nicky said, blinking. "Is my armor also going to be-"

Roxy pulled out a chainmail bikini, and Nicky went momentarily catatonic.

On the one hand, how dare this arrogant wizard treat the daughter of the rightful Queen (technically disgraced princess-in-exile, but details) of Vega like some cheap whore, dressing her in such shamefully lewd garments.

On the other hand, Nicky was such a good toy for Roxy that Roxy was making accessories to improve and showcase this good toy, and that was, honestly, way more important than that ingrained propriety that her mother had hammered into her, which would likely never matter to Nicky.

Nicky awakened to find that she'd came in her leggings, and Roxy was staring appreciatively.

"Huh," Roxy said, shrugging. "Well, anyway, now that you're paying attention, lemme inform you precisely why this isn't ordinary scalemail."

"Oh, it is scalemail," Nicky said, looking closer. "Sorry, I mistook it for chainmail at first."

"No biggie," Roxy said, shrugging. "Anyhow. Chainmail is composed of interlocking rings. Scalemail is composed of scales locked together with rings. And this scalemail bikini is made up entirely of individual enchanted rings and pendants."

"Oh my god," Nicky whispered.

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"See, those can be automagically resized, within a certain margin," Roxy continued. "So I batch-crafted literally ten thousand Level 12 enchanted rings with the same full-spectrum stacking bonuses, and five thousand Level 12 enchanted pendants shaped just like proper scales with those very same bonuses, making sure all the bases were covered, and then handed these off to Lisa with some well-enchanted ghostfiber fabric for padding."

"From there," Lisa said, picking up where Roxy left off. "I used Blacksmith tricks to merge those rings together into a base layer of chainmail, an outer layer of scalemail, some chain quilting to attach the layers together, and then covered all of it on the inside with that ghostfiber so that it wouldn't irritate your bits. But, thankfully, it's all resizing stuff, and I used a ton of parts, so every individual ring and scale is really fine and unlikely to rub you raw in the event of a tear. And then the strings are just enchanted ghostfiber strings, to make sure everything stays in place."

"Holy shit," Nicky said, before literally tearing off her shirt- ripping it down the front, from the neckline to the hem- and figuratively tearing off her leggings. "Okay, let's do this."

"And here I was, thinking I'd have to tell you that the other benefit of these sorts of armors is that you can wear regular clothes on top without anyone knowing what's happening," Roxy mused, as Nicky pulled up the scalemail panties. "Oh, also, one of the benefits of just how immensely magical these clothes are: those panties can, in fact, accommodate your cock. See?"

"Indeed," Nicky said, watching as her bulge entirely disappeared, leaving her looking like a tall omega, just like Akane.

"Of course, if you get a boner and don't countermand it, the pocket dimension enchantment switches off, and the armor instead selectively enlarges some rings and scales so as to stretch out around your erection," Roxy added. "Anyway, got some high-heeled knee-boots pretending to be greaves and some more opera gloves masquerading as gauntleted vambraces for you. Plus, a surprise piece de resistance, which you don't get to see until you close your eyes, let me put it on you, and then see yourself in a mirror."

"I can live with that," Nicky said with a shrug, as she strapped herself into the boots- which, thankfully, seemed to focus most on a Dexterity boost that made her steps actually surer and faster in heels than they were beforehand. She pulled on the gauntlets, noted with delight that the fingertips had very feminine-looking claws that more evoked the notion of long, manicured nails, signifying the kept bimbo who only had to look pretty for her alpha. "I already like the look of this. Where's the mirror?"

"Close your eyes, and I'll put one in front of you," Roxy said.

Nicky obediently closed her eyes, and held still for Roxy to attach the final piece of her armor- which, she was fairly certain, was either a helmet or a necklace. Both of which, somehow, would be deeply sexual.

Nicky felt her hair being brushed back, and gently pulled into a temporary ponytail. And then... two pieces of metal touched her skin, near-simultaneously. One at her neck, and one at her forehead.

"Now, open," Roxy said.

Nicky opened her eyes, and gasped.

On her brow, a helmet in name only, was a gilded tiara, thoroughly enchanted and intricately decorated, in a style that declared, in the old, mostly-defunct symbolic language of royalty, that Nicky was a Queen- the omega or, rarely, beta wife and consort to a King, the alpha (or, rarely, beta) monarch. It was a claim; that Nicky lived for the sexual gratification of another, but that other was high-status, and thereby so was Nicky. 

On her neck was a collar of gilded and polished metal, engraved and bejeweled very thoroughly in sweeping patterns with all manner of tiny intricate details. It was more jewelry-like than Akane's own collar had been, and the ring at the front featured a different attachment: a little golden heart-shaped pendant with "Lady" engraved into it in fine-yet-easily-legible calligraphy.

On her tits was the scalemail bikini top, made of polished and silvered scales and rings, which clung so tightly and with such flexibility and fine detail that she could see precisely where her nipples were poking into the weave, and which in turn gave her boobs the most wonderful lift and squeeze imaginable, producing cleavage she honestly felt she could hide a dagger in.

On her hips was the matching scalemail bikini bottom, whose dark-dyed strings accentuated her hips, and whose hanging curtain of scalemail in the front and the back meant that her cock or asshole were never more than a shoved-aside strip of fabric from being accessible.

Her hips and legs were further enhanced by the deeply slutty knee-boots, far too ornate and eye-catching and gilt-edged and high-heeled to convince anyone that they were a serious piece of armor. Her arms, meanwhile, were covered up to the elbow by a pair of equally-ornate gauntlets, complete with the fingernail claws she'd mentioned earlier, but had neglected to mention were also gilded, along with the edges and trim of the largest plates.

She re-equipped her sword and shield, finding them light and nimble in her hands, and smiled, tears of joy prickling at her eyes.

"I look like a slutty warrior-princess, sworn to give only my hand in marriage to the one who bests me in battle... shortly before I am bested in battle," Nicky said. "It's... It's a tremendous insult to everyone of noble birth, taking the styles and trappings of a strutting and primping aristocracy, and twisting them into a downright pornographic parody of the original. Claiming the fun symbolism of crowns and tiaras and gold-plated armor and absolutely ruining any solemnity and gravitas they may have held with my fat fucking titties." She sniffed, then turned to Roxy, putting her sword and shield back into her inventory. "It's perfect. I can't thank you enough. But I'll certainly try."

"All the thanks I need is the fact you like it," Roxy said, carefully wiping a few tears from Nicky's eye. "Now... tonight, we're going back to the Growth Dungeon for another round of delves. I'm stocked all the way up on every sort of potion you'd need. And while I haven't been as thorough as my mentor would've been, I have been teaching you two proper, effective, and safe delving tactics. Lisa and I will come in with you- she's my Familiar and has no combat class, so that's two ways she won't affect the party's average level- but we're going to stand back and watch. You two, Nicky and Akane, will be on your own, relying only on each other. I will only save you from imminent death, and you will not enjoy the recovery process. You'll have to stay sharp, you'll have to stay at the top of your game, and you'll have to, as a team of two, clear a Dungeon meant for a party of four, which would seriously stress and challenge four Delvers twice your level. Which, to be clear: a Growth-type Dungeon has a difficulty level roughly equivalent to that of a normal dungeon three levels higher. You two will be delving as a pair a challenge that would only be a reasonable workload for four people three times your level." She looked from Nicky to Akane and back a few times. "Do you think you two can handle that?"

"We might be Level 3s, challenging the equivalent of a Level 9 Dungeon," Akane said. "But you gave us Level 12 equipment tailored to our builds and this Dungeon."

"We couldn't have made it here without your help," Nicky said. "But with your help, we can go all the way to the heavens."

"That's what I like to hear," Roxy said, grinning. "Now... let's head to bed, and make sure you're properly rested for tonight's delve. Gotta make sure you're at your best."

"Does that mean-"

"That does mean I'm gonna fuck you both to sleep and hold you close all night long."

Nicky grinned. "I can't wait."

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