fandomtownies | Dite's Decadent Delights, Friday

Natalie was not a familiar face at this establishment, no. But, she had an iced coffee from the Perk, time to be walking around town, and maaaybe a little bit of curiosity too. Also, very little shame about going into any kind of shop, so in she came.

Only to raise an eyebrow at all the colour-coordination.

Hey, now. It passed the time!

"Welcome to Dite's," Sparkle said with a grin and a wave and his feet up on the counter, a floppy, rather phallic piece of silicone being passed absently from hand to hand.

It was already rainbow. He wasn't quite certain where to file it, in his quest for colour-coordination.

"In the market for anything in particular today?"

"Not really." First time visiting. She was really just here to take a look at what was there. Just in general. "Is the colour thing a regular stylistic choice, or were you just bored?"

"Bored," Sparkle replied with a shrug of his shoulders. "And it's like the ass-end of Pride Month, so I figured, why not? Rainbows for everyone."

Just be happy that you hadn't been doused with a handful of glitter upon entering the store, Natalie.

"I'll probably have it all put back by the end of the day, gives me something to do for the rest of my shift. But in the meantime, it'll give, like, feng shui nuts something to spazz about, or whatever."

Natalie gave her surroundings a glance, gaze staying a little longer on an item here and there, though her expression remained the usual neutral. "Well, I'm not spazzing out," she said. "But then I'm not a feng shui enthusiast in the first place."

"Yeah, you really don't strike me as the sort to worry too much about whether or not the coffee table disrupts the flow of spiritual energies permeating a living room," Sparkle mused, giving Natalie a thoughtful looking over. "Call it like a hunch. You seem a little more 'act your age' than 'new age,' to me."

"Mm."

Well, he wasn't wrong.

"I prefer to think of it more like... 'don't care about your age, just let my room be functional'."

"So, not the sort that leaves a crapload of stuff sitting on your dorm room floor to find later with your feet in the dead of night, huh?"

Sparkle was more the sort of person to clean his side of the room whenever he realized that he had apparently once again misplaced his cat.

"Even if I'd tried, my brother would've started sneaking in while I slept to put everything where it belonged." Sure, Jace wasn't here anymore, and she was neat by nature, but still. "But no. I wouldn't colour-coordinate anything but I like not having a mess."

Her CDs were alphabetized.

Sparkle's CDs, meanwhile, were exactly where he left them. Under... something or other, somewhere, probably.

"Yeah, I don't really bother with this kind of organization when it's back in my own space," he noted. "But here at work, when otherwise I'd just be like checking expiry dates on condoms, why not? So long as it looks good and I can still find what people are asking for, it doesn't hurt anything."

"Not that checking expiry dates isn't valuable work," Natalie supplied, mildly. Another idly curious glances around the store, and then she was fixing her steady gaze on him again. "So, you've pegged me as not new age. Are your customer evaluation skills telling you anything else useful?"

"You aren't intimidated by punk guys sitting in sex shops playing with floppy rubber dicks," Sparkle replied, helpfully waving his rainbow dildo in the air. "So you're probably not easy to shock in the first place. Good way to be around this island, by the way. So, do I get to ask what prompted you to come into this store of all places? Curious? In the market for pretty underwear or edible body paint or something?"

"Could be both." She shrugged one shoulder. "I'm not looking for anything particular, though. Just seeing what's here."

In part because she may have tasked someone else with going to a similar establishment, but kind of wanted to see for herself, too.

"So, I guess curious is about right."

"This place is actually pretty classy, for one of these shops," Sparkle offered, setting his floppy rainbow dildo down on the desk and leaning forward to gesture around the front room. "We keep, like, books and stuff like that in the front, the really kinky shit in the back room. You see like way too many of these places that look like ghetto Wal*Marts stocked with cheap shit that'll fall apart the first time you use it, and they're full of, like, novelty party crap and junk like that. The closest we get is the cock, and he's not for sale."

Sparkle gestured to the giant metal rooster.

"People might feel dirty when they leave here, but they generally don't leave feeling disgusting."

"Pretty sure I wasn't going to buy the cock anyway," Natalie drawled. Someone else might have snickered at that statement, but not her. "I don't think he'd fit anywhere. But, I dont know, you said something about pretty underwear? I could go for that."

"Yeah?" Sparkle perked up a little at that, more because he got to poke around the clothing racks than because he got to poke around women's underthings in particular. He... actually really knew his way around those racks.

For reasons.

"You have any kind of preference on the kind of pretty underwear you could go for? We've got plenty of lingerie to choose from. Oh fuck do we have lingerie."

"I don't know, what kinds do you have?"

This was a girl who usually kept things pretty practical. Which was probably evident from her basic jeans and t-shirt combo. She knew fancy lingerie was available but damn if she could make any requests straight away.

"In broad categories, I mean."

Oh, Sparkle could handle broad categories!

"Thongs, bikinis, tap shorts, bras, slips, camisoles, babydolls, corsets... are you looking for something for your bottom or your top or a matching set? Got someone to impress, or are you buying for yourself? You more worried about comfort or style?"

Somebody, stop him.

"Satin or lace? Modest or revealing?"

This was probably where a more easily flustered person would have been leaning back from him while saying 'um'. Natalie's version of that was slowly raising one eyebrow and staying quiet until she'd decided which parts of that to attack first.

"A matching set would be a nice change," she decided, after a moment. "And yeah, it should be comfortable because I have to wear it. But it's not for me to look at, so, should probably be impressive too."

It helped that hers was an analytical mind.

It really did help clarify things, didn't it? Sparkle considered that for a moment, and then smirked and shrugged.

"Something pretty light, too, since we're heading into summer?"

See, he could do critical thinking, too. Just... in slightly smaller doses.

Natalie nodded. "Probably. Fandom summers aren't my favourite, just in general."

She was such a winter girl, it wasn't even funny.

Hey, her and Sparkle both. Such were the joys of growing up in Canada. Even if Toronto was hotter than balls in July, Sparkle didn't figure he needed to like the heat.

"Okay, so I'm thinking maybe a slip or a babydoll with some matching panties, for you," he mused, giving her a thoughtful look. "It's not, like, 'I'm a Playboy stripper' revealing or anything, but it's light and comfortable and not going to leave like 'all crammed in there' imprints in your skin when you take it off. You can go with something sheer, or maybe a satin and lace combo to keep it fancy. Any of that sound appealing, or am I like totally missing the mark?"

"No, it sounds fine. Sounds good." From her limited experience, and relative lack of interest in most clothing items so far in her life. Envy very slowly in the making. "Sheer can't be fancy?"

"Sheer can totally be fancy, girl," Sparkle promised, not quite skipping as he pulled himself to his feet and made his way over to the lingerie racks, but very nearly. "We have these crochet lace babydolls, sheer enough to give a nice peek at what you're wearing underneath... shows off your curves and still leaves a little to the imagination."

He rummaged around the racks and then pulled a few off for her to look at.

"No idea what colour you're looking for, but I think you'd look pretty good in pink."

"I think I usually do." It was canon, even! Head slightly, thoughtfully tilted, she looked over the options he'd pulled out. "According to my mom, we have a complexion that white tends to wash out."

Her mother hadn't been talking about lingerie, but that didn't mean it wasn't still a solid observation.

"I like this one," she said, pointing it out. "The black trim reminds me of the outlines in comics. That'd suit me." Since she was half drawn and all. "The blue one's cute too, though."

"Yeah, most blondes and white don't play nice together," Sparkle mused, looking at her thoughtfully, and then offering the babydoll she'd pointed out to her. "White on pale, it's a thing. You want to try this one on? There's a dressing room near the back room, over there."

"Sure," Natalie replied, already reaching for the offered piece of clothing as she glanced over towards where the dressing room was. "Actual view is usually better than imagining."

"Generally, yeah," Sparkle agreed with a smirk. "There's a mirror in there and everything, so you can judge for yourself without needing to get a second opinion from the guy at the counter."

Wasn't that useful?

It was! Natalie did that trademark thing of just barely looking amused. "Thanks. I'm not sure you and the person most likely to see this in action ultimately have the same taste, anyway."

And this without having really realized he was Alec's boyfriend.

She headed for the dressing room.

"I can pretty much promise you that," Sparkle laughed after her, heading back to the counter to play with his pretty rainbow penis while he waited for her to come back out of the dressing room again.

Natalie took a while. Hey, once she was done changing and the girl in the mirror kind of didn't seem to even look like her, she had to use a different kind of critical eye and analytical thinking.

But both yielded the impression that it was a good look on her. It'd do nicely. Huh.

She came back with the babydoll over her arm. And tugging on the hem of her t-shirt to straighten it up again. "Looked pretty good."

"Figured it would," Sparkle replied, grinning. He'd save any preening for after he'd rung her in. "Fit okay and everything?"

"Yeah. Think it has the capacity to make someone speechless for a second, too."

Only she would say that so idly, like it was just a factual statement.

Sparkle actually kind of respected that. He could say things plain as day like fact, too, but usually the things he was saying were absolutely ridiculous and not to be believed.

"That's what it's there for," he noted. "Gonna get it, then?"

Natalie paused. And then made the decision. "Yeah." She had a bit of extra money, and was considering getting a job soon anyway. "Last chance to convince me to buy something else small but ridiculous and improper."

"I'd suggest shoes to go with that thing, but those are something you'd have to get at my other place of employment," Sparkle mused. "Not here, so much."

What? Heels and lingerie? Totally fucking hot.

"Depending on how ridiculous and improper you wanna go, we've got riding crops and handcuffs in like all colours of the rainbow."

He gestured at the wall with some of the kinkier gear on it with his dildo, which would really be a much more useful pointing tool if it wasn't so floppy.

It said a lot about Natalie's ability to focus on what was important that she didn't find that at all distracting, really.

"Aren't handcuffs kind of a traditional first purchase when it comes to stuff like this?" she mused. "You have those in blue, right? That's one of the colours of the rainbow." A beat, and she added, "By the way, are you Canadian? Because you have a 'u' in colour, but you don't sound British."

Yes, Sparkle, she could see the spelling of your speech. Yes, it was weird.

Sparkle had been about to start showing her around the bondage gear. He really had. But her comment about the 'u' he used in 'colour' kind of gave him a moment's pause.

This place. Honestly.

"Toronto, born and raised," he replied, blinking. "Uh... good observation."

Congratulations, Natalie. It wasn't easy to throw Sparkle off his groove.

Natalie lived to confuse.

And she just nodded as if she'd said nothing weird. Because in her view, she hadn't. (Although she knew it weirded people out when she went all meta on them.) "Montreal," she offered in return.

"Practically neighbours, then." Well, in a country the size of Canada, that was true enough. There were American states that were shorter across than the space between the two cities. "Pretty sure, like, half the Earth-student population is Canadian. I have this theory that we could probably take over the island on Canada Day. Eat poutine, smoke some pot. Could probably get that moose from the office in on it, too."

Yeah, that would go over well.

"Pretty sure we don't have any cuffs with fleur-de-lis on them," he added, looking back toward the bondage gear, "but we have some blue leather bondage cuffs over there that'll do the job. They're not your traditional handcuffs, or those crappy fuzzy things, but they're more comfortable than the first, and safer than both, if you're interested."

They didn't require a key to unlock. That was important.

"Well, I like comfort and safety." Because she was so damn sensible. It was her thing in all areas of life.

... Please ignore the less than sensible things she may or may not have done in this particular area of life. She was only a teenager.

"Show me."

"We've got two different kinds you might be interested in." Sparks was hopping away from the desk again, this time keeping his, er, pointing stick in hand as he made his way toward the handcuffs that were neatly filed under 'blue.'

See? His filing system was awesome.

"We've got this one kind here," he said, gesturing to one pair that was hung on the wall before taking it down with his free hand and holding it up for Natalie to see. "It straps on to your wrist instead of clicking into place. Broader than your usual handcuffs, so there's not so much chance of bruising. And you can adjust how tight it is, so you're not slipping out by accident or cutting off circulation or anything like that."

Not bad, right?

"I like the other kind better." He pocketed his dildo, and then reached for a second pair of cuffs, these ones not connected with a link. "Still cuffs that strap on, still adjustable and all, but the connector actually comes off. You can just wear the cuffs around like they are. I do."

His were black, though. And studded. Because.

"And then you can connect them with whatever you want. Rope, which is awesome if you know how to tie a safety knot- I can show you how if you don't and wanna take that route- or one of the connector bits that we sell here, too. Has clips on either side so that you can release each wrist way more quickly if you need to stop whatever you're doing fast, and the person wearing the cuffs doesn't need help from someone else to do it."

"I like the colour on the first pair better, but that last bit sells me on the other ones," Natalie replied after some consideration, reaching for said pair of cuffs for closer observation. "With the connector thing."

There was only so much of her independence that a control freak like her could hand over to someone else, no matter how much she trusted them.

"Works better than breaking them."

Which, admittedly, she was probably strong enough to do if the situation gave her enough incentive to, despite her not particularly muscular appearance. Cartoon strength and all.

"Pretty much," Sparkle agreed, nodding. "S'why I prefer that second kind, myself. I might be comfortable with my partner, but that doesn't mean they're that comfortable with me, either. It's like an extra level of security above and beyond trust."

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"Exactly," Natalie agreed, rnning a few fingertips over the fleece lining in the cuff. Soft. That was nice. "Shouldn't be having sex with anyone you can't set your own level of comfort with, anyway."

"See, you know what you're talking about. I like that." Sparkle offered Natalie a grin. "That's, like, the cardinal rule of this sort of thing. Wasn't going to quiz you on that or anything before selling you stuff, but it's good to know you get that bondage isn't about blind faith or some stupid shit like that."

"I don't put too much blind faith in anything just in general, these days," Natalie replied mildly. See, sometimes that was even helpful and useful! "Almost everything's too complicated for that."

As things with humans involved usually were.

"Life being complicated," Sparkle mused. "Yeah, that's generally how it goes."

He pointed a finger at her, smirking.

"All the sensible people around here are Canadian. I am so not surprised."

"Mm, we're just better like that." She looked ever so briefly amused, and then it was gone again. "And someone needs to balance out all these reckless idiots from places like Iowa and New York."

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