"Thanks," Draco murmured under his breath, and followed the man's instructions with his head down. But it truly was another world in there. He stood between rows of bras. Different sizes and shapes and colours and materials all seemingly staring at him. How was he supposed to choose one? They were clearly not all the same, but--
But there was no fucking way he was asking the man over there for help. No fucking way. No way.
He could not possibly have appeared more lost.
Oh, fine.
Draco walked back to the gentleman and lifted his chin proudly to ask, "Will you take a look at my chest for a moment? I need you to estimate my size." And if there were words he never thought he'd utter...