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Dite's Decadent Delights, Tuesday

Conversations with Hurley, Joan, and Karla had Raven feeling somewhat better about what had happened in the Other Fandom, but she still had issues with confidence and guilt that needed to be worked out, and she was still giving serious thought to hiding from Professor Skywalker forever. She hardly wanted to go to work, but she had a responsibility. She just wasn't going to look at anything today. Instead, she would just meditate and try to rebuild her shields.

Decadent Delights was open.

[Emo ate the OCD.]

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The things a person did to mask their fear of the dark.

"Um, hello?" He didn't want to disturb the girl working, but there was no way he was browsing in this place if he didn't have to.

And to think Raven was hoping he knew exactly what he wanted and wouldn't need any assistance from her other than payment.

"Hello," she said. "May I help you?"

"I really hope you can," Griff nodded, not looking around because his ears didn't need to be any redder in public. "I promised my roommate I'd buy him a special sort of night light."

Raven could feel his discomfort, which made her feel a little better because it meant this was as awkward for him as it was for her. "What do you mean by special?" she asked, trying to send him a feeling of ease.

Odd how he felt calm being in this store. "Um, special like a person-shaped night light - not a man."

"...a night light shaped like a woman?" Raven said carefully, making sure she understood.

"Yes, that!" Glad she'd said it so he wouldn't have to. "Do you have those here?" Because if he returned with a Barbie one from a toy store Griff didn't think he'd hear the end of it.

Raven was turning a lovely shade of pink herself now. "I am certain we do," she said. The store had everything imaginable and a lot of things she had never imagined and even more she wasn't sure she wanted to imagine. The nightlights would fall in category two or three.

"Come with me," she said, leading Griff to a display of novelty items. Then more faintly, she added, "Do you want a complete woman shape, or just the...?" Oh, she was not going to say it.

"OH!" Please let a hole open and swallow him up to save him from the embarrassment of that thought.

...not that sort of hole.

"Uh, n-no, the whole thing is probably best." Looking straight ahead, he followed her to the display.

Raven would have been pleased to fall into not-that-sort-of-hole with him at this point, really. But she did her best to press on.

"Is there a particular color light you would like?" she asked. "I think it comes in white, red, blue, purple, and hot pink." She picked up a box to show him what the light looked like, then realized she had grabbed the wrong box from the shelf. This nightlight wasn't woman-shaped. It wasn't man-shaped, either. Well, it was shaped like part of a man. She dropped it like it had burned her hands, blushing furiously.

Dying! He was sure he was going to die here. "Uh, not that one, thanks. But just plain white I think will do the trick, yes. It's so no one trips..." Or falls asleep in the dark because they were both terrified of it.

"Of course," Raven said, totally not looking at Griff. "It is important to be safe." Not that she believed it for one second, but she wasn't about to question him because she most assuredly did not want to know.

There was, unfortunately, one more question she had to ask, unless she was lucky enough that a meteorite would come crashing through the roof at this very second. No? "There are two...styles," she said, selecting one of each of the correct boxes this time. "Which would you prefer?" One was of a female form that would lean forward from the outlet, emphasizing her glowing...orbs. The other was much less demure and a bit more...spread out.

...Of course there was more than one choice of naked night light. Horrified by the both of them, Griff's eyes shut tightly and he reached out to grab one at random.

"This one's fine!" Oh lord, his eyes opened and showed him the glowing orbs that would be staring at him for eternity.

"If you will return with me to the counter, we can complete the transaction so you may return to your room and make it safer," Raven said hurriedly. She didn't even bother to ask Griff if he wanted the discrete brown paper bag or the neon pink visible-from-space Decadent Delights bag, she just knew.

"Safer is the goal, I promise," he informed her, not wanting anyone to think he was some sort of pervert and yet, there he was - a virgin shopping in a sex shop. He made his payment hastily, only dropping his wallet twice on the counter top.

Next time, he would do this online.

A virgin shopping in a sex shop making a purchase from a virgin working in a sex shop. The discomfort was mutual!

"Enjoy your purchase," Raven said, sliding the bag across the counter.

Sam was fully aware that this store was here, but he'd never actually been inside until today. Aside from occasional handcuff usage, his sex life was pretty normal, and he had no problem with it being that way. Today though, it wasn't about him, and he made his way into the shop and quietly started looking around.

Cue one very embarrassed empath. She wasn't supposed to allow herself to feel that way, but Azar hadn't really ever prepared her for having a job that required her to sell sexy time fun toys. Nor was she about to ask Professor Skywalker ever about dealing with being so flustered. Ever.

She remained quite for now, really hoping Sam wouldn't need any help. Or maybe he was looking for some sort of strange object that he needed to help slay a demon. Other than herself, of course. She couldn't think of anything that might fit that description, but she was no hunter, so it could be possible, right?

Unfortunately for Raven, Sam thought it would be more embarrassing to wander around the store aimlessly and look like he was going to buy everything than to just go up and ask for help. At least they'd spoken before - he was pretty sure he'd never be able to talk to a complete stranger in here. "Hey," he said, trying to look friendly and not creepy.

"Hello," Raven said shyly. "Do you need assistance finding something?"

"Um, yeah," Sam said. "I'm looking for like, massage oil? Maybe something that might help the person relax more?"

He so should have just shopped on the internet.

She seriously doubted destroying any demon involved giving it a massage. So much for wishful thinking.

"We have many different types," Raven said, resigned to awkward questions again. "Did you want one that is flavored, or one that provides enhanced sensations?" That meteorite was never going to come, was it?

Both of those options came with appealing mental images that made Sam start to blush awkwardly. "Um. Enhanced sensations would be good," he said. "I'm trying to plan something nice for my boyfriend."

Raven couldn't see the mental images, but she certainly could feel them. "There are oils that create a warming sensations, and others that are designed to frozen before use," she said. "And ones with mint that tingle."

She was only reciting the product information. She had no idea if they worked as claimed, but if Aphrodite kept them in stock, they had to work well.

"Oh, warming, definitely," Sam said, before his mind could wander to tingling and everything related. "That sounds like it would be the most relaxing, maybe?"

"I have never tried any of these myself," Raven admitted, "but I would think that a warming oil would be the most relaxing, yes." Why look, the massage oils were right here under the counter, so Raven pulled out a few bottles and set them on top. "This one is available in five different flavors. It will warm as you use it, and get even hotter if you blow on it. It is supposed to be enjoyable for oral sex as well according to the label."

Nope, not looking Sam in the eyes at aaaaaaaaaaall. Where was that damn meteorite? Please?

Sam was totally and completely fine with the lack of eye contact, really. "Um. That would be good," he admitted in a quiet voice. "Just in case, I guess."

"Would you like Watermelon, Tropical Fruit, Cherry, Strawberry or Passion Fruit?" Raven asked. And...oh Azar, she really didn't want to do this part. "And you get this as a free gift with the purchase, and for an extra five dollars, you may get this as well." She just pushed the boxes toward Sam, trying not to look at them, because she didn't understand them and wasn't sure she wanted to.

[Blame your boyfriend for those. ;) ]

[*is dead of laugh*]

Sam's face burned bright red as he looked at the extra items. "I'll take the strawberry," he said, and really, if he got any quieter, she wouldn't be able to hear him. "And, um, I'll pay the extra five dollars too."

Raven slipped both boxes and the strawberry oil into a discrete brown bag and totaled the order for Sam. Strife was behaving well today, thankfully, but that meteorite was never going to come. "Thank you for your purchase," she said. "I hope you are pleased with it." Amazing how you could conduct business without looking at the other person at all.

Sam managed to come up with almost the exact amount of money, going over just enough that he was fine with simply handing the cash over and taking the bag. "Thanks. For the help and all. And you can keep the change," he said, contemplating making eye contact for a second before turning and fleeing instead.

Oh yes, that had gone so well.

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