Chapter 100

This being a chest provided by a boss encounter, the warhammer was far from the only valuable drop. Though, as an uncommon, not one of the weakest, either; boss fight or not, this was still the first floor of the dungeon. Their rewards could only be so great.

A collection of various items came out. Nearly everyone on the team got some accessory or piece of gear that suited them to some degree, and Natalie found herself nodding to herself, their decision to tackle the boss despite being mildly underprepared clearly having demonstrated itself as having been worth it—their equipment issues were rectified in short order, bringing them back to where they’d been before Elida’s interference. And they’d still be receiving much of that gear back; Liz had said such excessive robbing went against even Tenet’s unforgiving and apathetic standards. So it was a great payday.

The crown jewel of loot chest came last. Jordan let out a low whistle, reading the item’s description.

Robes of the Sparking Conduit

Rare

Lv. 1

Effects

- Spark of Inspiration. For twenty seconds, gain moderate bonuses to magical Prowess. Fifteen minute cooldown.

Description

White mage’s robes that glow faintly with an otherworldly light.

“Another rare,” Natalie said, shaking her head. “That’s crazy.”

“At least it came from a boss fight, this time,” Sofia said, though was of course equally impressed. “So it makes some sense.”

Rares were, well, rare, especially on the first floor. If one would drop, it’d be from a boss fight, so it wasn’t nearly as astounding as Liz’s wand, but even so. Two rares in a single day was incredible luck. Their fortunes really had turned around after Elida’s attack. Was the dungeon taking pity on them, or was it just coincidence? Regardless, the team’s mood had improved considerably—at the burst of fortune, Natalie could tell the last lingering discontent vanished.

Liz especially was bouncing on her heels, excited. “That’s Ana’s! Definitely. I don’t need it.”

Natalie found herself endeared at how enthusiastically the healer insisted the amazing mage’s item go to Ana—because Liz herself could absolutely have made great use of the item. A moderate boost to magical prowess every few fights was incredible. Not quite as insane as Liz’s persistent moderate furor boost, but that wand had come from a broken encounter; thinking about both how they’d gotten it, and how strong it was, hurt Natalie’s head.

Sofia finished unfolding the white garment, dropping it out so they could see the full piece of clothing.

“Wait...” Liz said.

“It doesn’t seem like there’s enough?” Sofia said, confused. She turned the piece of clothing around in her hands, trying to make sense of it.

Natalie also blinked. Those were robes?

Sofia finished untangling it, and presented the article of clothing.

“Oh,” Liz said.

As one, her four team mates turned to Natalie. Natalie’s face seared red. “No. Uh-huh. You can’t blame me every time something like this happens. It’s not like there’s no dungeon loot that’s a little...” She struggled to find the word.

“Slutty?” Sofia suggested, quirking an eyebrow. She tugged on the scant bundle of fabric. Natalie couldn’t even fully tell how it was supposed to be worn; it was a tangle of strips and bands of white cloth.

“M-Maybe it’s not Ana’s, then?” Liz asked, laughing nervously and sending a look toward their mage.

Ana paused, then said, “Why? You want it?”

“No! I just mean—well, it’s kind of ... what Sofia said?”

“Revealing?” Ana asked. “It’s still an effective piece of equipment.”

Liz gaped as Ana held her hand out for Sofia, and the white-haired girl amusedly gave it to her.

“Turn around, please?” Ana asked.

The team politely did so. Natalie focused her thoughts stalwartly elsewhere, because for some reason, the idea of Ana tugging on those flimsy ‘robes’ were creating problems down low—and while Jordan and Liz both knew about her issue there, Sofia and Ana were still in the dark. Plus, getting hard at her teammate’s new attire would obviously be inappropriate. To understate things.

“There,” Ana said.

They turned around.

Natalie lamented her fate.

She’d been vaguely aware that Ana had a great figure, because even for her loose, extremely unflattering gray robes, her bust and hips had been outrageously noticeable. Still, she’d underestimated what it took to make even thick mage robes cling to her curves.

Maybe it was the outrageous contrast, too, going from what Ana had been wearing to this. And Ana’s panties and bra were clearly visible, considering how little the robes covered. But they were incongruous to the outfit. Two thin strands of white cloth ran down her chest, and if not for her black bra, a truly scandalous amount of skin would’ve been showing. The slightest breeze would’ve exposed the woman.

To Natalie’s delight and despair, Ana turned around and presented the back of the outfit, too. The thin, lightweight cloth didn’t cover much more lower down than it did above. Two flaps of white cloth covered her front and ass, but not entirely—Natalie got an indulgent sight of thighs, calves, stomach, back, and the edge of Ana’s ass, the curves still plenty noticeable, even accentuated by the frail efforts to hide them.