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[devilstongue]

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[halforc]

[ Fuck you, bugbear dude!!

As they head out he peers around at the surrounding shops down the alley, trying to get a sense of where the hell Molly is taking him. ]

It's going to be something awful because you're practically vibrating.

[devilstongue]

[ Molly leaves two gold as a tip and then struts out with Fjord, taking his arm. The shops outside all look normal - a general store, a jewelry, a shoe store and some tannery place on the other side of the road.

The alleyway the tiefling leads Fjord to is a little darker, and he stops before a store without windows, the door having the title 'Xta'rl d'lil ssussun' inscribed on it with a fancy flair. Two lanterns hang by the door as well, the flame in them a pinkish-purple. ]

Oooh, this certainly looks just like I expected!

[halforc]

[ His guard is definitely down by the time they come to what looks like, frankly, a suspicious as fuck door with a sign he can't read. ]

If you're planning on selling me for meat, I'm all gristle.

[devilstongue]

[ Molly leans in, one hand coming to rest on that lovely ass. ]

That gristle gives me a lot of joy, so I'll rethink that plan.

[ Another grin, and he opens the door and pulls Fjord inside with him. At first there's just a lot of leather and metals rings, like they entered a tack shop for moorbounders, but then the full beauty of this place comes into view and makes Molly's eyes widen in pure joy.

Lingerie of all sizes, materials and colors, in full sets on mannequins and in pretty little packages. Corsets for waists and necks, stockings of every height and material. Collars of all kinds, leashes and even little cages that looked like they fit over... well.

The dicks! Made of precious metals and even carved from gemstone, or the more simple but lovely glass kind. One prong, two, three... some that come with magic scrolls.

Behind a display stands a drow woman in a very revealing set of lingerie and thigh-high boots, and she looks very happy to see them.

'Welcome to the Touch of the Light, my friends! Please, look around and see if there is anything that you feel would bring you happiness.' ]

[halforc]

[ It seems for a split second like they've entered a weaponry shop, but then the colour drains from his face as he follows Molly in deeper and Fjord stiffens up, hands at his sides creeping up into folded arms so he can't touch any of it accidentally. The leashes, the dicks, the cages —

Heat creeps right back up into his cheeks at a dizzying pace, flushing them anew.

And he flees the fuck back outside, into the alleyway. ]

[devilstongue]

[ Okay. Fair, he even expected this. Molly smiles at the saleslady and apologizes before he heads out after his boyfriend. He looks far too pleased with himself to look like he really means what he then says; ]

I'm sorry, love. Too much for you~?

[ He leans against that armored chest with a smirk. ]

I figured you wanted to pick out some nice things for me to rip off later...

[halforc]

You want me to pick stuff out in front of people?

[ Granted, it's just the one woman at the front desk right now, but she's in a sex shop full of dicks and Wildmother knows what else. ]

You could have warned me about all the weird shit in there!

[devilstongue]

Of course! She's not going to judge, she'll be excited to help!

[ He's been to enough sex shops to know the salespeople are usually fun people to talk to as long as you're not a creep.

At the comment about warning his, he chuckles. ]

I'm me. Of course I wouldn't warn you, that's half of the fun!

[ Molly moves closer, red eyes all 'innocent' as he looks at Fjord. ]

There are a lot of amazing things in there, darling. You never know what you'll miss if you don't give it a try. I'll wear anything you want. Anything.

[halforc]

[ Part of him wants to shove Molly into the nearest bush and leave him there, frustration warring with embarrassment. The temptation of seeing him wear anything is awfully strong, however, and Fjord's frown wavers as he sorts through an inner debate. ]

... I've never been anywhere like that before.

[ Practically hissing under his breath so that people passing by the other end of the alley don't look their way. ]

[devilstongue]

You didn't look in the right places, love. I admit this is a very big and fancy one, though.

[ He wraps an arm around Fjord, leaning to him. ]

There's nothing wrong about exploring a little! Maybe you'll find something you like. Maybe you'll find something you like on me.

[halforc]

Molly.

[ Pleading with his tone for a time-out, he catches him around the waist. ]

[devilstongue]

[ He stops at that, the mirth giving way to a bit of concern. ]

Too much for you, love?

[halforc]

I want to go in there with you.

[ It's more terrifying than chatting up whores and putting them on layaway, there's no 'whoops' situation to walking in there. It sends a cloud of anxiety into his brain that he isn't sure how to handle beyond pretending everything's fine and he's a tough guy who doesn't care, only he does. Toxic masculinity can get fucked, truly, he doesn't want to perpetuate that stereotype of a swaggering cowboy anymore, it's just that if he isn't that then all his defences are down and his coping mechanisms are zero.

His hands seek out Molly's. ]

I don't think I can be as open about some things as you are. [ He would rather be eaten by a dragon than accept a fake dick off someone (other than Jester's weird little statues to the Traveller). Fjord's new coping mechanism needs to be Molly. ] I ... am willing to try.

[devilstongue]

[ Molly leans in for a little peck at that, taking those hands in his hand giving them a supportive squeeze. ]

I didn't realize it bothered you that much, Fjord. Then I'm sorry for dumping this on you so quickly.

[ He has to reassess a bit, because he planned for being flustered and rushing out, but not for it to an actual problem. Molly would be okay to cut it off and go back home, but then Fjord says he wants to try. ]

How about we get you a chair and I'll model you things? You don't have to touch anything.

[halforc]

Gods, no, I don't want to make a fuss. [ He can't watch Molly try things on in there, he'd get hard and would have to immolate on the spot. Being focused on sounds horrible. ] What if we just walk around together, you can pick anything you want and we'll get it right now.

[ However much gold he has is all Molly's, it's a small detail. ]

[devilstongue]

Alright, that sounds like a nice idea.

[ Maybe he'll just get some things and show them to him later. In private where the half-orc can get as many boners as he pleases.

He brings those hands in for a kiss on the palms. ]

Ready?

[halforc]

[ He watches the kiss, letting out a heavy sigh. ]

Yes, alright, let's go. Traumatise me.

[ He says it lightly and looks woebegone as he gestures to the door, keeping one hand tightly in Molly's. ]

[devilstongue]

Only in the good ways, darling.

[ Molly leads Fjord into the store again, where the saleswoman is calmly waiting for them to get their shit together. The tiefling smiles at her and says they'll just browse for now, which has her nodding and going back to the display she was working on earlier. Looks like it held carved vulvae, which was new even to Molly.

He takes the half-orc towards the lingerie section, already smiling as he sees they sell panties made to actually keep a dick in. ]

Soooo... pick a color.

[halforc]

[ He catches sight of what the clerk is tidying and wonders why the earth isn't opening up to end his misery. Right, focusing on Molly, that's all he has to do. ]

Red.

[ It's his favourite colour, blurting it without thinking. He has to pause a moment later as he looks up at the lingerie hanging in the shop, eyes widening at the array of choices. ]

Um, white too?

[ It's pretty, shut up. ]

[devilstongue]

Good choice!

[ He picks out a red set, smiling as he checks the size and then folds it over his arm. He had a red set already, but he doesn't think these will survive long. A white set is added as well, and then a peacock green.

Satisfied, Molly passes by a wall of ropes and gives Fjord an amused look when he sees red ropes that look pretty damn similar to the ones that used to be all over his old outfit.

He moves over to the jewelry section, curiously poking around at body jewelry. ]

[halforc]

[ He still wears a little of that red cord to hold his cloak on, now giving it the stinkeye when he notices where Molly's gaze lingered. The lingerie is pretty (of course it is, everything is lewd to a fault and he's already sporting dark green ears from the thought of Molly in all of it) and the jewellery is too, he supposes, but none of the latter interests him. He veers away from clamps to pretend to inspect some relatively normal necklaces. ]

[devilstongue]

[ Molly chuckles at that look and then happily picks up a pair of what looked like hoops, a pair that looked like metal bars, and some other shinies of that belonged in other places. Seeing Fjord look at necklaces, he leans in. ]

For good little subs that follow orders really well! I think you can engrave their name on them... or your own.

[ Winking, he continues down the wall to what was essentially a whole display of oils and lube. Brightening up like a child in a candy shop, he starts picking up some to look at.

...most of the labels were not in common, though - not that it would help him that much if they were. ]

[halforc]

Subs ... ?

[ It takes him a second, then he dumps the necklace and hurries after Molly in case some invisible customer thinks Fjord is. Specific. In his needs.

The oils and whatnot resemble potions, unable to read more than the Common ... and, weirdly? A few in Orcish. It should be surprising, but somehow it's not: orcs fight or fuck, of course they use lube. ]

I'll be damned.

[devilstongue]

[ Molly is trying to figure out the bottle he's holding by looking at the pretty woodcut-stamped image on it, but then he hears Fjord and joins him curiously. ]

What?

[ He doesn't know what Fjord's looking at, but he's happy to find something that doesn't appear to freak him out. ]

[halforc]

[ He regrets being born at this very moment, lifting a finger to point to two vials, larger than the rest, with what looks like thick oil inside. ]

These are are written in Orcish.

[ His face could not be schooled flatter. There's a little more written on the labels but he neglects to reveal what that says. ]