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You know the only thing that could stop Margo's raging happy axe fever? A party.

Didn't hurt that it was a party thrown by a hot chick in a sex store. So yeah, she was busy prepping, trying to come up with some flashy party spells and scoping out the merchandise for something she could use.

What? Smoke and mirrors were a big part of magic. Why bespell something when a scented candle would do? She lit the candle with a gesture of her hand and frowned thoughtfully. "Maybe I can tweak the scent just a little bit..."

... she was still here for you. Allegedly.

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Don't wait on Margo.

Or do, it's your choice. She's moved on to doing elaborate shit with sage and skin cream.

"So!" 'Hello' was for other, non-party-planning people, clearly. Irene swanned into the shop in her stupidly-expensive coat and already tapping at her phone screen with one ungloved hand. "Do you think a novelty dildo is a good door prize? Maybe a Clone-a-Willy kit would be better? Or is it all just too shocking?"

She kind of wanted at least one of them to be shocking!

"Not too shocking, but not everybody has or wants a cock to copy," Margo said, peeling her gaze away from the smoking sage in front of her. "Gotta be inclusive, right?"

"Very true," Irene agreed. She herself would have no qualms about approaching a man who seemed he'd have an interesting cock to offer -- Eric, maybe! -- and then displaying the thing as art, but then, Irene was not like most people in this way, was she? "I'm trying to make sure I have a decent array of things to be used both solo and with a friend, so no one ends up having a sadder Valentine's Day, you know?"

Nothing sadder than a singleton who didn't wish to be single staring forlornly at a couple's massage kit.

"Why not take this party as a good excuse to show the ladies what they've been missing out on?" Margo said. She turned to face Irene, showing off her fashion-forward ensemble in pinks and golds.

What? It was almost Valentine's Day.

"And encourage everyone else to try some butt stuff. Accessibly."

"Anal training sets. Brilliant." Irene's eyes went wide, and she actually snapped her fingers in recognition at Margo. "You, love, are a genius. Anyone told you that lately?"

A pause, a once-over, and an amendment. "A hot genius."

"I know," Margo said, preening.

And pouted. "But people don't tell me that enough. I wonder why."

"You ought to have a sash made," Irene advised, gesturing diagonally across herself. "'Hottest Genius.' And then people would know. Ooh, can you make it part of your Fillorian title?"

High Queen Margo, the Destroyer (and Hottest Genius.) Rolled right off the tongue.

"Eh, it might tarnish the vibe of the rest of my title," Margo said. What with the destroying and all.

She put her hand on her hip and leaned to the side. "Anyway, we got a party to plan. So you wanna go with the old-school, kinda boring rose or jasmin up your store?"

"Well, kinda boring doesn't really mesh with my hopes and dreams for this thing," Irene admitted with a tragic sigh. "But I was thinking classic, yes. Rose petals, sparkles -- I don't suppose you can literally spell magic into the air or something?"

Pollen would be here soon enough, but in the meantime, a little magic aphrodisiac sounded appealing.

"I mean, there's plenty of spells that make people really horny, you're just gonna risk causing an orgy in the store. Great in the moment, not so great for any supervirgins in the room," Margo said. She shrugged. "Floating glitter I can do."

"Floating glitter seems like a nice compromise," Irene decided firmly. "Maybe a horniness spell at the very end of the night. Depends on who decides to be a straggler. Do you think some sort of nod to a traditional Cupid would be too tacky? Or sort of...kitsch?"

"What, like bows and arrows, or flying babies?" Margo raised an amused eyebrow as she crossed her arms. "Depends on how drunk you're planning to let people get."

"Fun drunk, not sloppy drunk," Irene decided, "unless you'd like to take things upstairs at the end of the night."

Maybe with a friend or two! (And oh, just imagining Amaya's face at such a suggestion was delicious.)

"So bows and arrows, but maybe...suction cups?" she proposed thoughtfully. "Flying babies -- babies of any kind, really -- are a bit of a moodkiller."

"You could put up a bow and suction cup arrow in like... two or three places in the space, that makes it fun and quirky, not like, weird," Margo said. She tilted her head thoughtfully. "And hey, you know me, I'm not going to turn down a free sex toy demonstration."

"I'd honestly just be curious to see who thinks it's a fun idea," Irene admitted. "Oh, and I did mean to ask -- not to strain you, my dear, but suppose someone gets rowdy?"

Would you be her ~~Valentine~~ magical bouncer, Margo? Irene was picturing it and it was lovely.

"Do you want me to bring my axe?"

It was Margo, so she mostly sounded matter of fact, but maybe she was a little excited by the idea.

"I want more than anything for you to bring your axe," Irene decided, and forgive her if she seemed outright entranced at the idea. "But only if it matches what you were planning to wear."

That was mostly a joke. Axes probably went with everything.

A slow smirk spread across Margo's face. "Leather it is," she said, nodding thoughtfully.

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