4.24 – Outfit Testing II


    Reluctantly, and with her blush bing more and more prominent, Sofia stripped off the top piece of her armor. And frankly, it <em>was </em>a big increase to the outfit’s attractiveness. Their delving gear wasn’t ttering. Their daily T uniform was more so, to be honest, being thinner and clinging tighter to the body. But their equipment, not so much.


    Sofia tossed the garment aside and crossed her arms, leaving her in her sports bra.


    “Well?” Jordan asked.


    “Yes,” Sofia said, ring at Natalie, “the bonus went up. I felt it.”


    “So removing clothes does work,” Jordan said with a grin. “But, is it a big increase?”


    “Certainly doesn’t make up for losing an entire piece of gear.”


    “For now,” Jordan said.


    “Yes, for now. Natalie did mention she could upgrade skills.”


    Jordan’s eyebrows went up in surprise. “She told you that?”


    “I pestered her.”


    “Even so. She must trust you, then.”


    Both Sofia and Jordan looked at her, and Natalie coughed. “I mean, we <em>are </em>teammates.”


    Jordan smiled at Sofia, conversing silently with her. Whatever theymunicated, it left the pale girl blushing even harder than before.


    “Whatever,” Sofia said.


    “Sorry to break the news, though,” Jordan said, “But we’re not stopping with just your top. We’re seeing this test through.”


    Jordan stepped closer and settled her hands onto Sofia’s waist, making blue eyes widen. Slowly, tentatively, waiting to see if Sofia would protest, Jordan slid her hands onto Sofia’s stomach. The duelist shivered and uncrossed her arms, ncing at Natalie. She didn’t tell Jordan to stop.


    “I’m seriously jealous of these,” Jordan said, feeling Sofia up, running her fingers across her bumpy, toned abs. “If I were you, I’d show them off <em>way </em>more. Even without a good reason, like Nat’s skill.”


    “W-Well,” Sofia said, flustered under Jordan’s sudden advances. “Thank you. But. There’s not exactly much armor that would let me do so. Even if I <em>wanted </em>to. And it’s rather indiscreet to just go ‘showing off’.”


    “And it’s an important ce to cover up,” Jordan said amusedly. “Hopefully less so in the future, though. You’ve got an amazing body. It deserves to be on disy.”


    Sofia didn’t seem sure whether to say thank you to that, or not.


    Jordan’s hands slipped up her stomach, then yed with the bottom of Sofia’s sports bra. “Now, let’s get this off, too?”


    Sofia’s brain seemed to restart a few times at the question, and her eyes flicked between Jordan and Natalie. Natalie watched, heart hammering. Jordan was being even more assertive than Natalie had expected. Then again, why was Natalie surprised? Jordan had made severalments about sharing Sofia with her, and her stunt with sneaking into the bathroom and eavesdropping hadn’t been subtle either.


    “We <em>are</em> testing her ability,” Sofia finally said. “But if you think I’m fighting topless in the dungeon, you’re insane.”


    “No,” Jordanughed. “Like you said, we’re just testing. I want to see how much stronger the effect gets with your tits out.” Her lips curled up. “I’m guessing a lot.”


    Sofia hesitated, blushed, then peeled off thest piece of her upper outfit, leaving her standing in full delving gear from below the waist. And her top half naked, except for her choker.


    Sofia shifted ufortably, flushing as Natalie drank in the sight of her bared tits. Small, pale, and perky, seeing Sofia exposed sent a thrill through her. She shifted in her seat, her cock throbbing inside her skirt, growing more difficult to hide by the second. The image was even morepromising with Jordan standing next to Sofia, her side pressed into Sofia’s, an arm wrapped around her waist. Looking at Natalie admire Sofia with a smirk.


    “So?” Jordan asked Sofia conspiratorially. “Let me guess. A big increase?”


    “Definitely more than before,” Sofia mumbled, looking down and away from Natalie’s eyes. “How far will it go? Is there a maximum?”


    “I figure there is,” Jordan said. “But it <em>does </em>only say a ‘minor’ boost.”


    “Hmph.” She faced Jordan. Some of her spirit returned. “And why am I the only one undressing? You can help test all of this too, you know. It shouldn’t be just me.”


    “You want me to get my tits out, too?” Jordan asked. “Since you asked nicely, I guess that’s fine.”


    “S-Shut up.”


    “But you have to do it yourself.”


    “Myself?”


    “Take off whatever you want,” Jordan said. She stepped up to her, then waved up and down her body. “Feel free.”


    “Oh,” Sofia said.


    Sofia stood there, flushing. Then, her expression resolved, refusing to be taunted. Her hands ventured up and started working away Jordan’s armor.


    Soon, Sofia had peeled off Jordan’s upperyer, then her bra, leaving two topless girls standing in front of Natalie. One smirking, satisfied with the whole situation, and the other stalwartly pretending Natalie didn’t exist, blue eyes skittering away.


    “You’re right,” Jordan said. “It’s hard to tell how much the boost is, but it’s not small. More than most ‘minor’ boosts, I would think.” She tilted her head. “But not as good as what our gear would normally give us. We’ll have to find apromise.”


    “Like what Ana has,” Sofia muttered darkly.


    Jordan nodded. “Skimpy gear. Ites with all the benefits of Natalie’s skill, while being decent armor in its own right. Finding full sets for each of us will be the hard part, though.”


    “Unbelievable.” Sofia’s expression indicated the imagery of an entire team dressed in skimpy gear was something she was finding hard to digest.


    “Alright,” Jordan said. “Your pants, now.” She didn’t give Sofia time to react to her words before Jordan had already reached out and undone her belt, then started pulling it from the loops. Her pants button followed, and Jordan yanked down, revealing Sofia’s panties.


    “J-Jordan,” Sofia protested.


    “Spin around,” Jordan said. “Come on. Show off that ass. It’s your secret weapon.”


    Maybe as much because of Jordan’s authoritative tone as her embarrassment, Sofia hesitated for only a moment, then did as she was told. She turned, her pants around her ankles, ass on full disy.


    And Jordan was right. It <em>was </em>Sofia’s secret weapon.


    Jordan gently pped Sofia’s butt, making the pale girl yelp in surprise.


    “Jordan! Really?”


    Jordanughed in reply.


    “That didn’t seem like <em>skill testing,</em>” Sofia growled.


    “No,” Jordan agreed. “I just wanted a feel.” She reached out and squeezed, getting another handful, and making Sofia jump even higher. “And maybe it affects Natalie’s skill?” Her curled lips suggested she didn’t think so; it was just an excuse.


    “Jordan. Really,” Sofia huffed. “What’s gotten into you?”


    “You,” Jordan said. “You’ve gotten into me. I mean, Gods, your ass is <em>so</em> unbelievable.” She tantly admired it. “Whatever outfit we find for you, it <em>has</em> to show it off.”


    Sofia just stared at the dark-haired girl, not sure what to make of her sudden boldness. Jordanughed a second time.


    “Here, finish getting your boots and pants off. I’ll do the same.”


    Natalie watched silently as Jordan and Sofia finished stripping to their panties. She stayed quiet because this almost felt like more Jordan and Sofia’s event than her own. And she was loving it. Seeing Jordan y with and tease Sofia was doing things to her that Natalie hadn’t expected. The constant smirking Jordan was sending her way told Natalie that she was very much aware of that.


    “Alright,” Jordan said. “Now, get these on.” She dug into the shopping bag and withdrew two long ck slips of cloth.


    Sofia’s brow furrowed as she took them, then her expression cleared up as she identified what they were. “Thigh highs?” Sofia asked. “I expected this test to be more … armor focused.”


    “It’s not like we have skimpy armor on standby, so no. This is more to see how big of a boost we can get. What it caps out at.”


    “And thigh highs will help with that?”


    “Obviously. I mean, look.” Jordan gestured at Natalie.


    Sofia nced her way, then blushed at seeing Natalie’s own flushed face. “Really? Thigh highs and chokers? <em>That</em><em>’s </em>what you’re into?”


    “I mean, yeah,” Natalie said. In part, at least. “They’re hot.”


    “Whatever.”


    “And these too.” Jordan handed Sofia a small square box. “Actually,” Jordan said, taking it back. “Let me.” She opened the container up, then pulled out two red … stickers?


    Jordan peeled the back off one, then stepped close to Sofia—and, grabbing her tit and gently squeezing, positioned the sticker then pressed it into Sofia’s nipple. Sofia, wide-eyed, let it happen, once again helpless under Jordan’s assertiveness.


    Jordan followed up the first with a second, gently sticking the second of the heart-shaped pasties onto Sofia. She ran her finger across the smooth sticker for longer than appropriate—obviously just ying with Sofia, and drawing a shiver and an exhtion from the white-haired girl as she traced her nipple through the pasty.


    “There,” Jordan murmured. “Nice and covered up. Now, the thigh highs.”


    Sofia did as she was told, slipping on the other article of clothing. Which left her in her panties, ck thigh highs, red nipple pasties, and choker.


    “Because this is totally functional delving gear,” Sofia muttered, seeming self-conscious in the lewd get-up. She shifted from foot to shoot, arms crossed, not meeting Natalie’s eyes. “And stop ogling me.”


    “Isn’t that the point?” Natalie asked.


    “Something like this has to get close to [Stylish]’s max,” Jordan said, admiring Sofia’s perverted state of undress. “Barring maybe full lingerie, and a … few things you probably wouldn’t befortable with. So, how’s it feel? How much?”


    “More than I’d expected,” Sofia said. “But again. Not enough to make up missing armor.” She struggled to sound professional while blushing furiously, her entire body on disy. She didn’t seem to know what to do with her hands; she kept crossing her arms, then uncrossing them.


    “We could also find equipment that naturally doesn’t cover much up,” Jordan said. “Boots and gloves, a crown, and another piece of jewelry, for example. Then wear whatever we want for our real outfit.”


    “And lose out on the physical protection?”


    “That’s a problem too,” Jordan agreed. “So maybe real gear’s necessary. But maybe not. Once Natalie upgrades [Stylish], it might be pretty strong. Make it worth changing what you wear.”


    “What <em>we </em>wear,” Sofia corrected. “Stop acting like it’ll just be me.”


    “You’re the one blushing about it,” Jordan said. “I’ve already decided to.”


    Sofia huffed.


    “Okay,” Jordan said. “Let’s test out a few more things, make sure there’s a cap, then we’ll go find Liz and Ana. We’ve got a delve to handle.” She sighed. “Though, if you two want to skip out today, and maybe have fun some other way …?”


    Sofia stared at Jordan, eyes wide at the obvious suggestion, and Natalie just shook her head in exasperation.


    “Fine, fine,” Jordan said. “Clearly, Natalie has some more training to take care of.” She reached out and squeezed Sofia’s ass, making her jump. “Our pet is still <em>way </em>too reluctant.” She sighed. “But I’ll wait patiently. It’ll be worth it.”