Shira smirked at yet another creep who’d started at hir tits for too long. Shi’d gone out in a long-sleeved T-shirt and some jeans but… well, some parts of her body were quite perky, and a slim-fit shirt made her boobs even more obvious. The outfit wasn’t particularly revealing but hir nipples were clearly outlined through the fabric.

A female stranger asked, “You know you could just wear a bra, right? I know shopping for them is hard, but…”

Something twinged in Shira’s mind. “But they don’t make ‘em for dragons. At least, not dragons like me.”

The lady looked confused. “Sure they do! There’s even a nice place up the street where–”

Shira stopped paying attention. Shi let the person talk but, once the woman finished her thought, Shira flared her enormous, rainbow-colored wings; each spanned almost twice hir height. “So, do you see these?” The dragoness slowly moved hir wings back and forth to emphasize them. “How, exactly, do you think I’m going to get a bra strap around my wings?”

While the rando was stunned to silence, Shira continued her improvised anatomy lesson. Hir wings folded in as shi turned around. “Finding a *shirt* that fits is already hard enough,” shi explained. In addition to the two normal sleeves, the shirt had two additional wing slits sewn into the back. The size was adjustable with a simple elastic band, though Shira needed the largest size shi could get. “A bra couldn’t go *over* my wings…” hir right hand brushed the top of hir left wing, showing it extended to at least hir shoulder blade. “And it couldn’t go below them, either.” Shi lifted the bottom of hir shirt slightly to reveal that the structure of hir wings went to the small of hir back.

“Besides…” Shira smiled wryly. “I like the attention, sometimes. It’s fun when someone can’t help but look for longer than they’re ‘supposed’ to. Most of them don’t have the nerve to do more than look anyway. And if they do, and they’re hot, sometimes I’ll even take them up on the offer. Though if they’re not my type, or the one-night stand goes south, I can take care of myself.” Shira gave hir wings a single, strong flap to kick up a breeze. “My wings can launch me into the air with one flap. How do you think some creep would feel if my main wing-arm slammed into his skull?”

Several other people had stopped to look at Shira’s demonstration of a dragoness’ anatomy. A mother very pointedly covered her child’s ears as she briskly walked off. Two other ladies applauded Shira’s pride in hirself. One guy sheepishly looked away as soon as the dragoness noticed him. Another looked ready to proposition hir.

The first lady to speak up chimed in again. “They sell pasties, too! You know, for the… uh…” She awkwardly gestured at Shira’s nipples, then her own, as she struggled to make this slightly less awkward.

“Oh?” Shira considered for a moment. “I mean, those *would* work without bugging my wings, huh?”