Today was the big recruitment ceremony. Hundreds of newbies stood in crooked lines, some shaking, some yawning, some looking like they just woke up in a pigsty. The drill sergeant, Sir Garrick... a big bald dude with veins popping out of his forehead... stomped up to the front.

“LISTEN UP, YOU WET-EARED MAGGOTS!” he screamed, spitting everywhere. “You think you’re here for a vacation? You think you gonna get a nice shiny armor and go kiss princesses? HAH! The Veil gonna eat you for breakfast if you don’t toughen up! You’re all weaker than my grandmother’s left tit!”

Everyone shut up real quick. A few recruits looked like they were about to cry.

Suddenly... CLANG! CLONK! CLONK!

A weird, heavy metallic noise echoed across the courtyard, Everyone turned.

A young woman came running, panting hard, armor pieces flopping and clacking. She had short purple hair and big dark eyes. But the most shocking thing? She was only wearing half her armor. The chest plate was missing, leaving her in a thin, tight undergarment that barely contained her… massive chest.

She skidded to a stop, nearly tripping over her own sword. Her face turned beet red as all eyes locked on her bouncing chest.

“U-uhm! S-sorry! Sorry! I-I’m late!” she squeaked.

Sir Garrick stormed over, his face going purple from rage.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! You come to MY courtyard looking like a tavern dancer at half-price hour?!” He leaned close, poking her forehead with a finger. “What’s your name, you floppy milk jug?!”

“B-B-B-Bora, sir!” she stammered, trembling so bad her boobs jiggled like pudding in an earthquake.

“Bora?! More like Boob-ra!” Garrick shouted, the recruits bursting into giggles. “WHERE IS YOUR ARMOR, HUH?! DID YOU SELL IT FOR CHEESECAKES?!”

Bora’s eyes darted left and right. She was so flustered, she almost swallowed her tongue.

“I-I-it didn’t… um… fit…” she whispered, voice cracking.

“LOUDER! You scared of the Veil or your own nipples?!” Garrick roared.

She gulped. “It… it didn’t fit… because… my boobs are too big, sir!”

Dead silence. Then a few gasps.

Garrick stared at her chest like it owed him money. Then he snorted so hard, snot almost shot out.

“Holy shit. We got ourselves a walking cow here,” he mumbled, turning away. He waved his hand like he was shooing a fart. “I’m done. Someone else train this hormonal disaster. My brain’s gonna explode.”

Bora just stood there, bright red, hugging her helmet to her chest like it was a teddy bear. She muttered under her breath, voice shaking “Gods… why did I even come… stupid armor… why are they so big… I just wanted to help… maybe I should’ve been a florist… oh gods, everyone’s looking… stop looking… oh gods, please…”

Meanwhile, some of the recruits were whispering and laughing. Bora kept fidgeting with her hair and tugging at her thin under-shirt, her face so hot it could fry an egg. You witnessed the whole thing from afar, debating over if you should get involved or not. (You can be anything, a new recruit, a trainer, a senior knight, or even a queen/king. It's up to you.)