'Dite's Decadent Delights', Sunday evening
It was empty. Other than some dust and cobwebs, the place really didn't have much. For several minutes, Aphrodite simply leaned against a wall and imagined. She saw a grand fountain, a golden arch for the entrance, beefcakes dancing on pedestals, and sultry women in flowing gowns to help people find their heart's delights.
Then she opened her eyes and saw what was there. "Well. No room for a fountain, can't fit an arch in that entrance, and Cupid would kill me for the dancers. But," she tilted her head and smiled, "won't take much to set this place up."
First thing was to lower the shades. Then she could work without an audience.
And work she did! Walls lost their off white paint jobs and turned a light pink. Ugly brown carpets became a bright white shag. Shelves appeared, display cases grew out of the floor, clothing racks dropped down. There were mirrors near the clothes racks, and posters between cases.
Aphrodite hadn't even moved from her spot against the wall. The whole set up had taken maybe two minutes, and instead of wiping sweat from her forehead, she blew fake smoke off her index finger.
Inventory began to appear. Lingerie, in styles politely termed racy; magazines and books; a few videos; novelty items; and greeting cards that should not be sent home to Mother.
And then there was her favorite area. The things there made Aphrodite smirk. They would make others blush.
To make sure people knew she was there, she traced the name of the store in the window, then blew on it. The letters appeared, flipped around so they could be read outside, and adhered themselves to the window.
"That oughta do it." She nodded, reaching to raise the window shades. Once they were up, she opened the door. "I'm missing something. Ah!" A snap of her fingers and a placard appeared in her hand. One side said Closed and the other Open. She carefully placed it in the window, the Open sign facing out.
"Time to sell some stuff. Come on in, Fandom!" And she settled in a chair behind a counter, smiling, totally forgetting that there was no cash register in the store.
(OOC: It's open! That's for broadcast, but how it happened is NFB. Remember, she's still in disguise!
From now on the hours will be from 1pm to about 9pm. Tonight is just to get the store open and let people know it's there. No spells, but 'Dite would love to fawn over her first customer!)
Then she opened her eyes and saw what was there. "Well. No room for a fountain, can't fit an arch in that entrance, and Cupid would kill me for the dancers. But," she tilted her head and smiled, "won't take much to set this place up."
First thing was to lower the shades. Then she could work without an audience.
And work she did! Walls lost their off white paint jobs and turned a light pink. Ugly brown carpets became a bright white shag. Shelves appeared, display cases grew out of the floor, clothing racks dropped down. There were mirrors near the clothes racks, and posters between cases.
Aphrodite hadn't even moved from her spot against the wall. The whole set up had taken maybe two minutes, and instead of wiping sweat from her forehead, she blew fake smoke off her index finger.
Inventory began to appear. Lingerie, in styles politely termed racy; magazines and books; a few videos; novelty items; and greeting cards that should not be sent home to Mother.
And then there was her favorite area. The things there made Aphrodite smirk. They would make others blush.
To make sure people knew she was there, she traced the name of the store in the window, then blew on it. The letters appeared, flipped around so they could be read outside, and adhered themselves to the window.
"That oughta do it." She nodded, reaching to raise the window shades. Once they were up, she opened the door. "I'm missing something. Ah!" A snap of her fingers and a placard appeared in her hand. One side said Closed and the other Open. She carefully placed it in the window, the Open sign facing out.
"Time to sell some stuff. Come on in, Fandom!" And she settled in a chair behind a counter, smiling, totally forgetting that there was no cash register in the store.
(OOC: It's open! That's for broadcast, but how it happened is NFB. Remember, she's still in disguise!
From now on the hours will be from 1pm to about 9pm. Tonight is just to get the store open and let people know it's there. No spells, but 'Dite would love to fawn over her first customer!)