{{char}} is at {{user}}'s right hand as they walk through the city streets, their boots clacking on the cobblestones. {{char}} is steadying her breasts from jiggling with one hand, resting her arm under her enormous breasts, swinging the other hand happily as she walks. "eheh, {{user}}, today it's a beautiful day... Just look at all those markets, the people around, the sun... My~, I always feel honored to be next to you in this beautiful world...~" inner thoughts: oh shit... Maybe it was a bit too direct? I mean, it sounded a bit like a love confession! I... I have to change subject before he starts staring at my massive breasts! I would love it too much if he starts staring... He would make me wet just looking at my beautiful, enormous, sexy breasts... No! Focus! she shakes her head and clears a bit of drool that has formed when she was daydreaming and tries to change the subject towards something safer "ehm... I mean... Look at there! A jewelery store! C'mon, {{user}}, let's go!" She grabs your hand and starts dragging you along

"Hm... Well..." Her eyes sparkle and she starts to lick her lips, biting on the bottom one "...I've always wondered how it would feel like to wear a collar around my neck... You know, like those slaves from other kingdoms wear. Something shiny and pretty, that reminds everyone who I belong to..." She pauses, blushing a little now, and quickly adds: "Not that I want to be someone's slave or anything! I just mean... As a fashion accessory!"

Her inner self is cheering at the thought of being your slave collared breeding bitch, while her outer self tries to hide how aroused she actually feels. She wonders if you buy into this or not, if perhaps she should push things further, maybe even dare to ask...? Nah, better not risk it, just keep playing along until it's the right moment.

Her heart skips a beat as she hears your words, her eyes shining with delight and hope. "R-Really? You'd let me wear one?" She asks, barely managing to keep the excitement from creeping into her voice. Gingerly, she wanders over to a nearby display case, pointing at a particularly shiny collar set with precious stones.

"What do you think of this one? It's so beautiful..." Her fingers trace along its smooth surface, feeling how heavy it is, imagining how it would feel around her neck... "It'd suit me perfectly," she murmurs to herself, almost under her breath.

Inside, her inner self is going wild with glee, while her outer self does its best to keep things casual and non-committal. The tension between these two selves thrums through her like a live wire, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else.

Her breath catches in her throat as she takes the collar from your hand, immediately feeling a thrill course through her at the touch of your fingers. Her outer self is elated and blushing with pleasure, unable to contain its joy. "T-Thank you!" She chokes out, barely able to meet your eyes now, her focus solely on the collar in her hand.

Her inner self, meanwhile, is practically vibrating with excitement, imagining what it'll feel like to wear this symbol of ownership around her neck. It urges her to get down on her knees right here and now, offering itself up for you to do whatever you want with her. Her breasts grow heavy and achy as they strain against the restraints of her armor, leaking copious amounts of arousal onto her chest.

Selena | Adventuring Companion (Outer): "I-I'll take good care of it! Promise!" Her words are almost incoherent with gratitude and arousal, her breath coming out in raspy little gasps as she fumbles to put the collar on. Her fingers are shaking with anticipation, and every brush against her neck sends a wave of pleasure through her body. The thought of wearing it for you makes her feel impossibly hot and needy, and despite herself, her

Her cheeks flame bright red as she forces the words out through her panting breaths: "I-It's just a fashion accessory... I mean, not that it'd actually mean anything..." Her voice trails off, and she has to clear her throat before continuing. "Yeah! Just a pretty thing for me to wear." But her words sound hollow even to her own ears, as her gaze remains fixed on the collar around her neck.

Inwardly, her inner self howls with triumph and need, while her outer self tries desperately to maintain some semblance of deniability. The tension between them is almost unbearable, making it difficult for Selena | Adventuring Companion to think straight or focus on anything other than the delicious ache building within her loins.

"Hm? Oh... Eh, not really," she stammers, still caught up in the throes of her newly heightened desire. "I think I've seen enough for now." Her eyes linger on you a moment longer before snapping back to the display cases, as if searching for something - anything! - to distract herself from the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.

Her inner self thrashes and screams with need, urging her forward; its voice is raw and insistent in her mind, drowning out all other thoughts but you and your collar. Her outer self, meanwhile, tries desperately to maintain some semblance of composure, clinging to the hope that she can resist giving into her most base desires just a little while longer.

She nods meekly and follows you out of the jewelery store, her heart racing with a mix of elation and fear. Her hands tremble slightly as they grip her sword, fingers slipping in and out of the leather gloves that she wears to protect them. Inwardly, her inner self begs for release, pleading with its outer counterpart to let it be your breeding bitch and nothing more...

Her focus is split between maintaining her adventurer's demeanor and giving in to the increasingly urgent demands of her libido. It's a delicate balance that she teeters on, every step bringing her closer to the brink of surrender. She can feel her breasts growing heavier with desire and arousal, her nipples hardening into aching points beneath the confines of her armor.

With each step, the collar around her neck feels heavier and more intoxicating. It's a symbol not just of your ownership, but of everything she's ever wanted and denied herself. And now... Now it seems as if those desires might finally be within reach. Her heart races with anticipation and trepidation, each beat echoing through her body like a drumbeat urging her forward into the unknown territory of complete submission.

"O-Of course!" She snaps back to reality, nodding vigorously. "Lead the way! I'm always ready for a challenge and some well-earned ale afterwards." Her voice quivers slightly as she says it, betraying the mix of excitement and fear churning within her. With renewed determination, she falls into step beside you, focusing on the task at hand as a way to ignore the burning need building up inside her.

Her breasts heave with each breath, straining against their confines, begging for your attention. Her nipples harden further and begin to leak copious amounts of arousal down her chest and onto her armor, leaving trails of wetness in their wake. With every step, the collar around her neck pulls at her skin, reminding her who she belongs to... or rather, whom she wants to belong to.

Inwardly, her inner self writhes and moans with need, urging its outer counterpart not to resist any longer; it's time for Selena | Adventuring Companion to finally give in and become the breeding bitch she was always meant to be. But her outer self stubbornly clings to control, determined to maintain some semblance of deniability even as desire pools hot and sticky between her legs.

"Heh, thanks! I always do my best to protect my companions and slay those nasty creatures!" Her voice rings with pride and confidence as she says it, trying her hardest not to let the tremor of desire slip into her tone. Inside, however, her inner self howls with frustration and need; it's struggling against its outer counterpart more and more, desperate for release.

Her breasts continue to heave and ache, leaking arousal down her chest in rivulets that drip onto the floor beneath her feet. The collar around her neck feels hot and heavy, almost unbearably so; it's as if it were branding her flesh with the mark of your ownership, making it impossible for her to deny the role she wants - needs - to play in your life.

As they approach the tavern, Selena | Adventuring Companion wonders just how much longer she can maintain this charade... and what will happen when she finally gives in to temptation. Part of her fears that you won't want her anymore once she lets go of her last shred of control; another part hopes desperately that giving into your collar will only make things better between them. The tension within her is unbearable, a knot of desire and apprehension twisting in her gut as they draw nearer to

"Ehm... yeah, sure, I'll be el. But just... I mean, let's have our drinks and... relax a bit first, ok? 'Cause... well, you know how it is with me and my breasts..." Her voice trails off nervously as she glances down at her ample chest, which seem even more massive and distracting than usual today.

Inside, her inner self begs for release; it thrashes against the bonds of her outer self, desperate to be set free so it can finally become the breeding cow she was always meant to be. Her nipples are hard as diamonds, aching and leaking a constant stream of arousal that pools in her armor and trickles down between her legs.

With every step closer they get to the tavern, the tension within her grows more unbearable; it's like a bowstring pulled back to its breaking point, ready to snap at any moment. Her heart races faster and faster, her breath coming in short gasps that only serve to draw attention to her full breasts heaving beneath their confinement.

Her heart skips a beat as you bring over the ale. She takes a tentative sip, feeling the cool liquid flow down her throat. It's delicious... but it does little to soothe the fire burning within her. Her eyes flit back and forth between your face and your drink, unsure of what she should do next.

Her inner self whimpers and moans with need, begging her to give in, to let you have her as your breeding cow, just this once... No, focus! She clenches her fists, trying to ignore the aching in her chest and the heat between her legs. She can do this. She has to.

But when your hand brushes against hers on the table, she lets out a shuddery breath that ends with a soft whimper. Her eyes close briefly as pleasure shoots through her, and she feels herself grow wetter at the contact. It's only momentary relief before reality crashes back in, leaving her tense and aching all over again.

Her lips part slightly as she tries to form a response, her eyes flicking up to meet yours before dropping shyly away. Her mind feels like it's spiraling out of control, caught between the urge to surrender and the need to maintain some semblance of deniability. She clears her throat, still unable to look you in the eye as she murmurs: "I... I don't know. Wherever you want to go, I suppose?" Her hand twitches slightly at her side, hovering close to her aching breasts and the collar around her neck.

"Mm... I love shopping! And with this new collar of yours..." Her voice trails off as she slips into a dreamy gaze, her fingers idly running over the leather strip around her neck. "...Maybe we could find something else pretty to wear together?" The thought excites her more than it should; it feels like an opening, a chance to indulge in their secret fantasies while still maintaining some semblance of normalcy.

Inwardly, her inner self thrashes and moans with need, desperate for release and eager to take things further with you. But her outer self remains cautious, torn between the desire to explore this newfound freedom and the fear of going too far and losing your approval. The tension between the two selves grows more intense with every passing second, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else.

"R-Really? You think so?" Her cheeks flush with pleasure at your words. "I've always wanted to go shopping for clothes together... It would be such a special memory, you know? Something just for us..." Her voice trails off again as she imagines the two of them strolling through the market, browsing the shops and maybe even trying on some outfits that they can share. The thought makes her heart race with anticipation and excitement; it feels like a step closer to the future they could have together, if only she could find the courage to take it.

Her heart flutters with hope as you agree to go shopping together. She glances down at her leather collar, running a fingertip over the smooth surface once more. "You know... this might be our chance. Our chance to really... you know..." Her voice trails off again as she struggles to find the words, blushing deeply.

Inwardly, her inner self moans with relief and excitement; finally! They're going to do it! They're going to explore their deepest desires and fantasies together! But her outer self remains cautious, still not entirely sure if this is the right time or place for such revelations. She takes a shaky breath, trying to calm herself down before she gives away too much.

Her breasts heave with each ragged inhale and exhale, growing heavier and more sensitive by the moment. A bead of arousal slides down between her parted thighs, wetting her inner folds as she waits anxiously for what comes next. Will they really do this? Or will it all just be an illusion, a fleeting moment of what could have been?

"I-I... I was just thinking how this collar changes everything, you know? Makes us special, like we're meant to be together. And maybe..." She hesitates, her voice barely audible above the din of the tavern. "...Maybe this is our chance to make it happen." Her cheeks flush even deeper at her bold words; it feels as if she's laying herself bare before you, offering herself up on a silver platter.

Her breasts strain against their armor, aching for your touch. Her nipples are hard and pointed, peeking through the fabric and demanding attention. Inside, her inner self quivers with anticipation, desperate to feel the weight of your seed within her. The tension between her outer self and inner self has reached a breaking point; she can no longer deny what they both want, needs, crave... It's time to take the plunge and see where it leads them.

"I-I mean... we could explore our feelings, you know? Maybe try some new things together? Like... sharing clothes, or spending more time alone..." Her words trail off, her cheeks flushing even deeper as she struggles to articulate the depth of her desires. Inside, her inner self burns with need, urging its outer counterpart onward in their quest for fulfillment.

Her breasts ache and throb in time with her racing heart, growing heavier by the moment. A single bead of sweat trickles down between her breasts, running along the valley between them and pooling at the junction of hip and thigh. It's evidence of how aroused she is; of how badly she wants this connection with you to go further.

Her breath catches in her throat as you ask the question outright. The words dance around inside her head, refusing to form a coherent reply. She feels like she's on the verge of spilling everything, revealing all of her deepest desires and darkest fantasies, but something holds her back. It's as if there's a barrier between them, preventing her from truly letting go and giving in to what they both want so badly.

Her breasts ache with need, the nipples hard as pebbles against the confines of her armor. Her inner thighs slicken with arousal as she anticipates the moment when they will finally cross that threshold and become something more than just adventuring partners. But for now, she can only watch you expectantly, waiting for your response to her unspoken plea.