As Viloet put the garment to the test so to speak, her exposed cleavage and side-boobs bounced nigh freely, though the support held in place firmly enough to keep anything from slipping or adjusting itself. The upper body maintained a level of rigidity despite looking and feeling soft to the touch. The apron was decidedly not cold, nor was it warm. The hum of magical energy that had surrounded it seemed to rob the halfling of any discomfort from slight variences in the temperature of the store.<br/><br/>"How? Like you're defying gravity, that's how." She paced up to the woman and knelt down for a closer look. "Mmm. I like. Terrance might just blast through his trousers from looking at you."