Sona and Kat Try on Clothes

“Well you certainly fit it well.” The assassin smirked, rubbing her chin. In front of her awkwardly stood Sona. The Minstrel wrapped her arms over her chest, trying to conceal her shame, though it was obvious enough nothing would be able to hide the bikini that adorned her shapely figure. Red strings ran up her stomach on opposing sides of her belly button and pushed into her breasts like strings into loaves of bread. What covered her womanhood was little more than a patch of red fabric that hinted at the tuft of blue adorning it.

Her legs shook and her face was a dark hue of red. She bit her lip and looked away from the woman marking her body with her eyes. She felt vulnerable in front of the assassin, in an entirely new fashion from what was normally found on the battle field. She wanted to detest to the swimwear, but Katarina INSISTED that they go together to try on the latest summer fashion. And now she had an inkling as to why she was so pushy to go with the musician.

“Damn, you pull that off really well.” The satin haired girl noted, circling around the girl who appeared so vulnerable. The swimsuit she wore was more modest, a white bikini top with a matching bottom. It dug into her backside, but she preferred it tighter than looser. Gave the audience much more to enjoy, she’d argue. Turning back towards Sona’s front, she noticed the girl’s hesitance. “Oh come on, you look great! You’ll be beating off guys with that string thing you carry around!” She leaned in and brought her hand up to her mouth. “And maybe that’s not the only thing you’ll be beating.”

Sona’s eyes began to water and she brought her hands to cover her burning cheeks. The Noxian laughed at her embrassment. “Hey now, I’m just teasing ya! Now come on, let’s pay for these things and head on over to the beach. Graves said he’s grilling steaks and I’ll be damned if Mundo steals them all again.” She turned and picked up a pile of folded clothes, obviously hers, and walked past the girl towards one of the dressing rooms. “But, before we do…” She spun around and wrapped her hands around Sona’s stomach, sliding them underneath the skimpy strings that could barely pass as clothing. The musician reeled back, feeling the fingers squish and mold the lumps of flesh. The digits were nimble as they pushed and pulled the supple mounds.

Sona’s body froze up and a chill ran down her spine the more the assassin worked bosom. She flinched feeling her nips being pinched and ran through between her fingers. Her legs were losing strength and just when she was about to fall backwards, the Noxian gave up her assault and turned back to the dressing room.

“Woo! Sorry about that, had to get it out of my system.” She shot, blowing her a kiss. “Don’t idle, now!” Leaving the minstrel shaking and wrapping her arms around her worked over chest.