Dite's Decadent Delights, Tuesday Afternoon

[trigons_child]

When Raven wasn't spending her time playing with Hercules, she was curiously inspecting some of the books Decadent Delights had to offer. Most of them were far too graphic for her to even consider looking at, but the works of fiction were intriguing. Perhaps a romance novel would be a good place to start. She ruled The Darker Passions: Dracula and The Darker Passions: Carmilla right out when she realized they were about vampires. Vampire romance novels? Who would want to read such a thing?

She finally settled on a trio of books by the same author, Bound By Honor: An Erotic Novel of Maid Marian, Master: An Erotic Novel of the Count of Monte Cristo (one word in the title made her twitch, just a little -- or maybe two), and Unmasqued: An Erotic Novel of The Phantom of The Opera.

...

This was romance?

Decadent Delights was open.

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[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela could care less about what this store was for. In fact, she wasn't even really paying attention. So if it was incongruous for a girl who looked to be about thirteen walking into a sex shop, well... she didn't notice.

Because this was a business, and many students worked in them. And that's what Triela was looking for. Students to convince to vote for her.

[trigons_child]

Raven was enthralled by Bound by Honor but looked up when she heard someone come in. She pushed the book aside so that it wouldn't look like she'd been reading it, really. "Good afternoon, Triela," she said. She remembered meeting the girl in the Other Fandom.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Have we met?" Triela asked, frowning.

Had her campaigning paid off so well already? That people knew who she was?

[trigons_child]

"In the Other Fandom," Raven said. "The one where many of us were transported when we fell asleep some weeks ago. Your other self was guarding the dorms."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Ah." Triela frowned, trying to place the girl from the notes the other her had left.

"Raven?" she guessed.

[trigons_child]

Raven nodded. "Yes, I am she," she said. She studied Triela for a moment and asked hesitantly, "Are you sure you want to be in this shop?" She seemed far too young to even be contemplating such things.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela frowned. "Why?" she asked without actually looking around.

[trigons_child]

Raven blushed. "It is for the purchase of adult..." -- mental flail -- "...things."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"What?" Triela asked, nonplussed. But then she waved her question away. "I'm not here to shop, anyway. I'm here to campaign."

[trigons_child]

"Campaign?" Raven said. "What are you campaigning for?" She was only vaguely aware of the student council elections.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Student council," Triela declared as her mun blessed the her hyper-focus and its blocking her from noticing where she was.

[trigons_child]

"Oh, I have seen posters for that," Raven said. "It is some sort of advisory body for the school, correct?"

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"They plan school activities like dances and stuff." Which was about the extent of Triela's knowledge of them.

[trigons_child]

"And you are seeking votes?" Raven asked. "What class do you represent?"

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"I'm a junior this year," Triela answered easily.

[trigons_child]

"I am a sophomore," Raven said. "Am I able to help decide different class representatives, or only my own class?"

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Um... I think you can vote for me, too?" Triela actually didn't know.

She was sort of (very) new to all of this.

[trigons_child]

"Then I will definitely consider doing so," Raven said.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Thanks!" Triela beamed. "I appreciate it."

[trigons_child]

"You are welcome," Raven said, pleased by Triela's happiness.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Well, I'll see you around, Raven. We should catch up sometime when I'm not in the middle of talking to anyone and everyone."

[trigons_child]

Raven nodded. "Good luck with your campaigning, Triela," she said. "I hope you are successful."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Thanks. And thanks for the support." Triela turned to go, still having managed to somehow not notice where she was.