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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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[fallforthe_sky]

Ah...

[She'd back up and out of the store, but the exit appears to have been replaced by a rack of silky and scanty lingerie of the likes the 19th century has never seen. About as red as her skirt while she tries to hide her face from any other customers with her hand and peeks around the racks. Exit, exit, exit...]

HIJACK

[halfcocked]

Someone's trying to impress Allen Walker~

SOBBB.

[fallforthesky]

[Redness. Spreading. She brings her other hand up to help with covering her face, dropping her voice to a mortified whisper.] I am not!

ilu!!!!!!!!11

[halfcocked]

[whispers too, for no real reason, just out of force of habit] Are so~

[sellingamore]

[Opens an eye to look at her, crosses his arms, sighs, and returns to snoozing. Or, pretends to, at least. Wants to see what the lovely lady wants to look at.]

[sellingamore]

Do you see something wrong in spreading entertainment, love, and leather whips?

[lazy_literate]

[Don't mind him, he's just looking around. Rather shamelessly, he's used to these sorts of places.]

[sellingamore]

[He's totally not minding. If anything, he's still pretending like he's napping, while keeping one eye open to make sure nothing goes missing.]

[Do you have any questions, good patron?]

[lazy_literate]

[He can just do that. Tyki for now, has no questions. And he wanders between toys, eyes the lubes, and even takes a gander at some lingerie. He'll probably bother Cross in a minute, though. He hasn't quite found what he's looking for.]

[sellingamore]

It helps if you actually know what you're looking for, man.

[stitched_akuma]

...Oh! What are...all these things...?

[She doesn't know, but she can guess. And although she isn't turning bright red or anything, she is blushing a little. Absent-mindedly, she glances at a rack of corsets. So lacy and not to mention racy; she'd never imagined something like that could exist.]

[sellingamore]

That is a fixture that needs dusting.

[Tossing a duster at.]

[If asked, no, Cross does not care if you're his Allen, or any Allen. You look enough like him to generalize.]

[stitched_akuma]

[...Catches the duster. In her experience, refusing to do anything Cross says just leads to being shot at, so it looks like it's time for her to do some cleaning. She sighs - quietly.]

Which fixture?

[sellingamore]

[Makes a vague gesture.]

If you don't know, then the answer is all of them.

[notpapa]

[Actuallly... kind of... looking through the flavored inks. Somewhat furtively.]

[sellingamore]

[Pretending to still be snoozing. Though he's watching. Find something you like?]

[notpapa]

[It's pomegranate :> But being the Bookman he is, he glances over at Cross (only blushing slightly).]

Y'got a tester for this?

[sellingamore]

If you need a tester, you're doing it wrong.