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[sellingamore]

[You have just walked into a lingerie store.]

[There really isn't a picture suitable enough to describe it, but rest assured, it's quite an extensive lingerie store, with just about any modest, scanty, sexy, colorful, pretty, and just plain bizarre type of lingerie imaginable. And the merchandise doesn't stop there! There's plenty more than just

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[payingrespects]

... [Of all places...

... Well maybe she can get something out of this. Tentatively looks around the store.]

[sellingamore]

[Klaud-ar is going off. Cracks one eye open to watch.]

[payingrespects]

[Of course she's also looking out for an exit while glancing around. A lot of this stuff is not... really up her alley, but the bras catch her eye.]

[sellingamore]

[By all means, if he had telepathic powers, he would be telling her to go with the more scanty selection. Alas, God failed to give him that much.]

[So he props his chin on his hands.]

Hardly worth your trouble, Klaud.

[sellingamore]

[Isn't close enough to make out exactly who this is, but damn she's smokin' hot. Opens one eye to watch and gauge what she's looking at.]

[sellingamore]

You want silk, not lace.

[Crosses his arms over his chests and shuts his eye again.]

[ahealallsmile]

[Wonders how he managed to find his way in here but oddly doesn't look disturbed by this place in the slightest.]

Ah...exit... [Sob.]

[sellingamore]

[Not even checking to see if this is his world's Allen.]

After you've counted last night's receipts.

[ahealallsmile]

[Waitaminute. Teacher? Looking in his direction.]

What...receipts?

[sellingamore]

[Makes an inconvenienced noise and opens one eye. Sigh. Stupid apprentice assistant.]

The receipts you didn't count last night.

[solo_insanity]

[Gets something frilly and pink and we'll let the imagination go from there.]

Would you model this for me? I just need to make sure it makes the perfect gift for the misses.

[Never mind the size difference and, well, gender.]

[sellingamore]

[Doesn't even bother in opening his eyes to sigh in an inconvenienced way, and crosses his arms over his chest.]

Pink is hardly my color. But if you still want to give it ago, I'll be sure to look away.

[solo_insanity]

[He puts the item down near the register and hovers near the head of the couch waiting for either a reaction or for the other to actually take a nap.]

[sellingamore]

[Said reaction comes in the form of opening his eye.]

Now that I think of it, pink is hardly your color either.

[halfcocked]

[ . . . whoa]

[sellingamore]

[PRETENDING TO BE ASLEEEP. But secretly watching.]

[halfcocked]

[ . . . it's a Cross, but he's asleep, he won't see if I look at this stuff . . . ]

[going over to check out the whoa hey no there are stockings HEADING THAT WAY]

[sellingamore]

I doubt you're looking for chaps, but if you are, you're on the wrong side of the store.