Potentially the beginnings of a much longer piece, this story was written for the
750 Word Project 2025
. Below this line are exactly 750 words:
The armor was a true work of art. Hand-tooled leather, attached pauldrons and skirt, a dragon embossed on the breastplate, it laced up the back like a corset.
“You let me help you change, and, if it fits, it’s yours.” The voice wafting over my shoulder was almost too smooth, too easy in my ear.
Letting the three-thousand-dollar price tag drop from my fingers, I thought about what he was offering.
“You’ll give me this if it fits. All I have to do is let you see me naked?” I turned to face him. He was good-looking, rugged but not worn, taller than me by five or six inches. Something about him made me want to say yes.
“More or less.” Damn, his smile pierced my soul.
“Deal.” I whispered my response.