fandomtownies | 'Dite's Decadent Delights, Sunday

Anyone in the general area of the shop could have heard the music coming from 'Dite's Decadent Delights. In fact it could probably be heard from across the street. Or down the street. Or on the other end of the island, if you were listening closely and the wind was blowing the right way.

This was definitely not the kind of music normally heard on Sunday mornings, as a rough voice crooned about being Cruel. To 'Dite, however, it was very appropriate as she rearranged the store to her satisfaction.

Gone were the cards. Gone were the simple games that encouraged couples to be romantic. The beautiful robe and nightgown sets? Gone. The book section was left with only the most obvious sexual magazines, the kind that needed to be sent in brown paper wrappers through the mail.

Televisions lined the wall near the ceiling, each playing a different porno film. Instead of lingerie upstairs there were naughty costumes that flirted with covering the pertinent parts of the wearer.

Of course two of these had been set aside for the two employees of the store who had yet to discover the changes.

'Dite was, of course, hard at work herself, and her voice echoed from the back room as she gave directions.

"No, I want the whipping post in the corner and the cross in the center close to the wall. Leave room for the chains."

She came forward, Hercules curled in her arms and purring, though if a cat could have a perplexed look on its face, he certainly did.

"Maybe I should get you a leather suit to match mine, huh, Herc?" One cat eyebrow rose. "Or at least a leather collar." 'Dite placed the cat on the counter that was now solid wood. She adjusted her bustier and stretched. "What do you think, Herc? If I can't be the goddess of love, I'll be the Mistress of Sex. That works, right?"

Herc did the smart thing and stayed quiet.

(OOC: Post is open, links are NSW. Right now, Decadent Delights isn't safe for . . . anyone, really. Neither is Dite.)