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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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[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.

[halfcocked]

[startles] Gyeh--! Shut--no, I--I'm not--I mean I am--

[sellingamore]

Well you either are, or you aren't. Which is it?

And where's your other half? If I catch him playing with the beads again, I really will make you set up the Bust of the Week sale.

[And the two of you don't even work for him in his world, orz]

[halfcocked]

--Shut up, Cross, how do you even know--he's around, dammit, like I'd ever bring him into a place like--!

[sellingamore]

I assure you, he doesn't just come here on your accord. Would you like know how much he's spent on those things?

[halfcocked]

[looking back at the stockings in horror--wait]

--Oh, that Exorcist one--? But--no! No, I don't wanna know--! Look, fuck off, I'm shopping for my girlfriend--

[sellingamore]

... girlfriend.

[Brb. Looking like he's about to double-over laughing.]

[halfcocked]

What's so fucking funny?!

[sellingamore]

[Oh. No. He's doing right good of... well, chuckling very lowly.]

Girlfriend.

[halfcocked]

I could have one!

1/3, I think.

[sellingamore]

Allow me to get this straight.

[sellingamore]

You're shopping. For your girlfriend.

Who you could have. But you're not entirely sure.

Yeah, done!

[sellingamore]

It's unfortunate that I don't sell anything for delusions.