'Dite's Decadent Delights, Saturday afternoon

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

After leaving Cupid's place, Aphrodite had stopped for a few moments at her suite at the hotel, then taken a few long minutes to walk part way to the store.

Part way, because she'd seen people behaving strangely, and had no idea what to make of it. All she knew was that Fandom was obviously at it again, since most of the time the NPC people she often met did not usually have screaming matches about affairs with priests or who's child was whose. Especially since she knew they didn't have children.

A few minutes of watching that drama had been enough, and she'd zapped herself the rest of the way to the store. She wasn't there long before the phone rang.

"'Dite's Decadent Delights, what can I do for you today?"

"Could you give Mistress Raven a message for me?"

"Ex-squeeze me?" She had to have heard that wrong.

"Just tell her that Eddie is going to be late tonight, and he definitely expects to be punished for it. Got it?"

"Eddie -- what?"

"She'll understand. Thanks." And he hung up.

Still puzzling over the call, she stared at the phone, startled when it suddenly rang again. Picking it up, she said, "Dite's Decadent Delights."

"Yeah, can I leave a message for Mistress Raven?"

"Mis-tress Raven?" That was the part she was still stuck on from the first call.

"Uh-huh. Just tell her Doug's been a REAL bad boy, and if she's got some time tonight, he needs a good spanking."

"SPANKING?"

"Yep. Thanks." And he hung up.

'Dite put the phone down, still blinking. Finally she pulled over a notepad and wrote down the two messages.

When the phone rang again, she glared before answering. "Decadent Delights."

"Yeah, is Mistress Raven there?"

'Dite sighed. "No. Can I take a message?"

It was going to be a long day.


(ooc: 'Mistress Raven's' messages modded with permission, post open for insanity. 'Dite's herself and will laugh or look perplexed as needed.)

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[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

Maximilian Antares still needed a place to hide from his step-mother's relentless assassins. Having just left the sweet and innocent Sister in the rickshaw, he ducked into the nearest convenient door.

Hopefully no one would try to kill him in there.

[trigons_child]

Mistress Raven stepped out of her back room "dungeon" when she heard someone come into the shop. "Well, hello there," she said in a sultry voice as she sized Max up.

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

Black leather... many of his step-mother's assassins dressed like that. "Who are you?" he demanded, sounding a bit worried.

[trigons_child]

"Mistress Raven, pet," she purred, tapping a riding crop against her leg. "You're not here to see me? Pity. You look like you deserve to be spanked for being a bad boy."

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

"Bad boy?" Max repeated. "I am Maximilian Antares!" Playboy, true, but well-known philanthropist and do-gooder.

[trigons_child]

"Names don't impress me," Raven shrugged. "Obedience does."

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

Aphrodite returned from the back, where she'd rescued her evening posters from 'Mistress Raven's Dungeon'. Still shaking her head, she smiled when she saw who her visitor.

"Max! It's so good to see you!" With a glare at Mistress Raven, she went to her friend and kissed his cheek.

[trigons_child]

As night fell, Raven breezed into the store, heading into the back room to change. "Hey, 'Dite, any messages?" she called through the door, leaving it open as she stripped off the school girl clothes and started to put on her working uniform.

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

'Dite raised an eyebrow. "Several." She leaned against the doorjamb, watching Raven's changeover with interest and mild alarm.

"Should I know what's going on? Besides it being normal Fandom weirdness?" A glance at the stack of messages in her hand. "Some of these are pretty . . . explicit."

[trigons_child]

Raven took the messages from 'Dite and quickly scanned them. "Nothing unusual here," she said. "Just the usual customers. Bad boys who need to be punished."

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

"'Bad boys'? 'Discipline'? Raven, are you feeling okay? You're not acting like yourself."

And she certainly wasn't dressing like herself -- there was leather, skin tight leather, and -- a whip??

[trigons_child]

Raven laughed throatily. "You act like you've never seen me in my business suit before," she said.

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

That was probably because . . . she hadn't. And while part of her was definitely appreciative (goddess of love, here) another part was hoping she'd never see this sight again. For many different reasons.

"Business suit?" She took a good look around the back room, noticing the extra equipment that had been installed, the hanging cuffs, the implements displayed on the wall.

"Okay, when did you put all this in?"

[trigons_child]

"It's been here for months," Raven said, giving 'Dite a concerned look. "Are you feeling OK? You let me put this all here a long time ago so I'd have a place to play with my customers."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah wandered in towards evening, looking very entertained. "Hey, 'Dite." She paused, waiting for the weirdness to start.

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

'Dite took a moment to truly look Dinah over. There was no leather, no skin tight clothes. She appeared reassuringly normal. And she'd called her by name. That helped.

"It is you, right, Dinah? You're not Mistress Dinah, come to play with Mistress Raven or something?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

BIG EYES. "Mistress Raven? Oh my gaaawd..."

That would be a big No, there.

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

'Dite actually shuddered. "It's . . . just wrong. And then Max came in." She pouted for a moment. "He didn't know me. It was . . . surreal." And totally not fair.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Awwww," Dinah said, totally sympathetic on that score, at least. "Yeah, some other people, earlier, they were acting pretty ... strange. I think we lucked out that I don't think I'm a world famous cat burglar or something. Or you aren't demanding sacrifices."

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

"Sacrif-- Dinah, shhhhhhh!!!!" 'Dite looked around, a frightened look in her eyes. "Don't give the island any ideas!"

[trigons_child]

Here, have some weirdness!

Mistress Raven wasn't entertaining any guests at the moment, so she flitted between her dungeon and the shop to check out any new merchandise. She wasn't paying much attention to Dinah as she spoke to 'Dite, but when she heard her name she glanced over at the girl with a sultry smile.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

BLINK. That really shouldn't have worked so well on Raven. Holy crap. "Hi," Dinah said dazedly. "Nice bustier." And oh look: no need for water bra.

[trigons_child]

Raven looked Dinah over. "I've got another that I think would fit you in the back," she said. "And a nice collar to match."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

MEEP. "I, uh, thank you?" Stupid fair skin. "I dunno, that's not really... I mean, I'm not sure that's really, uh. Me." Then again, it wasn't like Raven was Raven, either, so maybe that wasn't a good enough argument?

[trigons_child]

"Such a pity," Raven sighed. "I bet you'd be a very obedient slave."