Dite's Decadent Delights, Monday afternoon
It had been, by any standards she chose, a very strange weekend.
But it was over, and Monday was here. This Monday, however, was different. This time, she didn't have to walk to the shop. Her cover was blown, and 'Jackie Blue' was no more. This was Aphrodite, goddess of love. It felt good to zap herself into the store, not worrying whether or not someone saw her or got suspicious.
Today the blinds went up without her touching them. The store sparkled, the door unlocked itself, and music began to play from the well hidden stereo system.
"Ooh, ooh, Jackie Blue, what's a game, girl, if --"
The music stopped.
It would be a quiet day at Decadent Delights.
(ooc: open like the suitcase on my bed! SP is love.)
But it was over, and Monday was here. This Monday, however, was different. This time, she didn't have to walk to the shop. Her cover was blown, and 'Jackie Blue' was no more. This was Aphrodite, goddess of love. It felt good to zap herself into the store, not worrying whether or not someone saw her or got suspicious.
Today the blinds went up without her touching them. The store sparkled, the door unlocked itself, and music began to play from the well hidden stereo system.
"Ooh, ooh, Jackie Blue, what's a game, girl, if --"
The music stopped.
It would be a quiet day at Decadent Delights.
(ooc: open like the suitcase on my bed! SP is love.)