Dite's Decadent Delights, Monday

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

There was, Aphrodite considered, nothing like a good revenge plot to make someone's day. Her conversation with Yuffie the previous day had brightened her spirits, and this morning she'd decided it was just a day to be a goddess.

Because of this, there was, once again, a well built handsome man standing behind the register. He was shirtless, but at least he was in full jeans this time.

Visitors to the store would occasionally hear a low moan, or a soft laugh, or the words, "Oooooh, that's niiiiiice" coming from the counseling room.

No, Max was not visiting.

If anyone peeked through the partway open door to the room, they'd find the goddess of love stretched out on a padded table . . . being massaged by two very muscular men.

Visitors looking for the goddess were still welcome. And if you're lucky, she might even let you take a turn on the table.

Decadent Delights is Open.

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[nofatjokes.livejournal.com]

It was a considerably large man that stepped into the store that day, looking a little nervous.

Hell, he just didn't know how people'd react.

"...huh," he said, looking around.

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

Aphrodite wasn't getting up for just anyone.

The rather large man was greeted by the half naked, very buff man at the register.

"Good day. May I help you, sir?"

[nofatjokes.livejournal.com]

"...I don't think I like your work uniform," Fred said.

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

"Really. I'm sorry you feel that way. Is there anything I can do for you?"

The well built man's expression didn't change.

[nofatjokes.livejournal.com]

"...No. I didn't come here to see half naked dudes," Fred said. And he turned to leave.