Dite's Decadent Delights [Wednesday afternoon]

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So. When one owned a sex shop, and there was a sudden influx of amorousness, one clearly needed to capitalize on it. And Irene, truly, had been remiss -- between her cold and the blizzard and Valentine's Day and class, she hadn't even gotten in to put a sign in the window to capitalize on it

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A good sale was a good sale. Abbi may have been broke, but she wasn't stupid.

"Hello there," she said primly as she stepped up to the counter with two generously sized dildos in hand. Seriously, they were big. "You have a lovely store."

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"Thank you," Irene said, glancing up with a smile. And here she'd just been sitting here thinking how much she wished an attractive brunette would just wander in off the street.

(Irene was going to have to start making wishes on the regular if the answers to them just started walking into her store like this. Maybe she could have the entire Stella McCartney spring line while she was at it, whoever was just granting wishes out there?)

"Did you find everything okay?" Those were rather substantial selections, and Irene suspected that was intentional, but she figured she ought to check that she hadn't been looking for something smaller and been unable to locate it.

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"Yeah, the way you have things organized is really clear," Abbi assured her. She explained helpfully, "I've got a preferred brand, so I'm an easy customer."

That was a bit of an overshare, and it showed on her face that she hadn't quite meant to be quite so straightforward. She decided to say something else, so that first thing wouldn't just be hanging in the air like that. "You know, I hope this isn't offensive but I really didn't think there would be a sex toy shop in a little town like this."

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"So you are new," Irene said, crooking a smile at her. "And here I was trying to decide whether or not to ask, since I'd feel like an absolute idiot if you've been here for months -- though I like to think I'm a touch more observant than that, particularly with beautiful women."

Irene was usually more subtle, but this week was casting her little dry spell in an awfully harsh light, so to speak.

"I'm Irene," she added, offering a hand to shake. "Welcome. And you're not offensive in the slightest, darling -- we're a touch out of place in a cute little town like this. Helps that there's loads of randy teenagers about to keep me in business, though."

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Kitty had sort of wandered in just to see if there was anything that, um, might get some use later- you picked an awesome girlfriend, Clint!- and about two seconds in said, "This was a mistake."

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"You look pretty today," Irene greeted her.

Yeah, 'mistake' was probably accurate, for a number of reasons.

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"You are so not allowed to flatter me this week," Kitty blushed. "...And you always look pretty, so."

Ah, the perils of having female friends that could so go slashy. That should be the title of Kitty's autobiography, really.

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"I'll flatter you whenever I feel like it, thank you very much," Irene told her with a broad smile, because blushing was always a good reaction.

Ugh, this week was the worst.

"I'm surprised to see you out, honestly," she added, because she was respectful of boundaries. Particularly boundaries with nice arms, sigh, Kitty, you and your adorable boyfriend. "Figured you'd be...busy."