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Dite's Decadent Delights | Wednesday

Pride, the weekend, may have come and gone, but June was still here in full swing, so the rainbow toys and outfits and pins and latex (and non-latex) goodies and literature were all staying out, in full display.

Irene herself, meanwhile, was probably freshly showered after whatever horrific fate had befallen her by showing up to the park today, and was busy at her computer at the back counter. You might think she was working on inventory or accounting, but what she was really doing was making an itemized list of relaxing things to do, for some reason. (No one had said one could not think of up ideas ahead of the exercise.)

She paused and briefly hit her backspace key a few times to get rid of manicure and replace it with pedicure, because she also knew who she was dealing with and the proposal of polishing up those hands was liable to get Irene laughed right out of the room. (Or, well. Forge, as the case may be.)

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Did Octavia have a reason to come by? Maybe. Even she wasn't all that sure, because everything was just... attempts at baby steps.

And anyway, she found an immediate distraction.

"What is with the rainbow thing?"

Look, she got that it was a Pride thing, and was in the later stages of wrapping her mind around Pride itself (and the need for it), but the symbolic value was apparently still eluding her.

Irene glanced up at the question, and immediately flashed a smile over at Octavia as she neatly shut her laptop.

"Rainbow's a spectrum of colors," she offered, moving out from behind the counter and gesturing expansively with her hands to show a sort of range. "Symbolically, it's representative of the diverse spectrum we all exist on, sexually speaking."

"Right," Octavia rasped, though she didn't seem entirely convinced. She glanced towards some of the nearest rainbow-themed things on offer. "I guess I... sort of see that?"

"It probably meant a lot more before every other company on the planet decided to co-op the idea every June as a marketing strategy," Irene commented dryly, glancing towards the same display. "Though I do try to only stock things around here from sources that at least claim to donate some of their proceeds and, ideally, aren't faceless corporations."

Octavia immediately made a little bit of a face. It wasn't a huge expression, but, a noticeable shift all the same.

"Oh, let me guess," she drawled, "more capitalism bullshit."

Please do not get her started on capitalism, Irene.

"Everything in the world is capitalism bullshit," said Irene, who was a big fan of making the capitalism bullshit work for her by tweaking some of the rules. "This one, anyway. So yes."

She tilted her head, curious but not pressing. "Not the system where you're from?"

Octavia shook her head, barely.

"Money didn't survive the apocalypse." That was apparently just going to be her favorite way to phrase that forever. Also, surprise! There was an apocalypse involved. (Technically even more than one.) "More of a barter system, if anything."

Oh, fascinating. Fascinating about five different ways, that.

"Here I always figured it would," Irene commented lightly. "Money, cockroaches and Twinkies. Bartering seems like it might be a sight...tidier than capitalism."

Twinkies hadn't made it either. Cockroaches, though? Definitely.

"Well, someone's always going to be an asshole about resources," Octavia replied, dryly. "But it's much more simple."

"No matter which way you slice it, someone's always got to," Irene replied, leaning one hip against a table. "Human nature is a predictable thing, hmm?"

She reached out and patted a rainbow dildo, almost affectionate. "Though I do try my best." She had wrongs to right, specifically of the exploitative nature, et cetera. "What brings you in, Octavia?"

Octavia's shrug was predictably tiny and mild. "Nothing in particular," she said, even though that was probably not entirely honest. She cast a little glance around the store. "Just... seeing what's new."

If anything caught the fancy of her current situation.

"Anything new I can point you towards?" Irene asked lightly, arching a brow. "I just got in some darling edible knickers, and a whole set of toys you can control with an app, but you know."

She gestured broadly to the store. "Whole rainbow in here." She dropped her voice, confidential. "And I've a flask for the squirrels."

There was a pause. Octavia's expression stayed mild, her eyes on some random thing on a shelf, but she was clearly thinking.

"That would probably be a good idea," she said, slow and deliberate. "About the squirrels."

Since her whole current bunch of issues was all about someone finding out something extremely private about her.

Irene smiled -- also slow, also deliberate -- and held up a single finger as she briskly made her way back behind the counter again.

A second later, she popped back out with a set of teeny communion-style cups and a sleek silver flask of rum. She poured out a pair of shots and knelt to place them near the entrance, then added a third on a random table for good measure.

"There we are," she declared, brushing her hands together for effect as she placed the flask back on the counter.

At least no one could say the customer service around here wasn't good when it came to being discreet, though it still remained to be seen how open Octavia would be about anything.

"So," she said. "You said something about an app?"

Might as well latch on to that one.

"There's a few like that," Irene agreed, nodding as she clicked over on her heels to an aisle and nodded for Octavia to join her. "They all have something of a limited range -- no sexting a pal from across the country and seeing results, I think, but they all ought to work on the island."

She surveyed a shelf, pulling a few items out to feature. "These are new," she shared, tapping each of the items she'd pulled as she elaborated. "For friends with cocks and balls, for friends with clits, and a little something for anyone."

Octavia followed her, and did the extremely Octavia thing of just barely tilting her head as she eyed the toys. Her expression may have been mild, but her gaze was sharp as she considered each.

"That first one," she said. "It actually does something for the person wearing it?"

A beat.

"I mean the part that looks like it probably vibrates. I know how cock rings work."

Irene smiled, pulling the toy in question out so she could consider it a bit. "From what the reviews say, absolutely, yes. The vibrate-y bit goes at the base of the shaft, front of the balls. Makes the whole thing tingle from base to head." A pause, a tilt of her head. "Bet it's fun on the perineum, too, honestly. And, naturally -- fun with a friend."

Or at least, she would certainly imagine, and the reviews implied as much.

"That sounds... promising," Octavia decided, with another considering look. (But sure, she wasn't here for anything in particular.) "Is there anything more like that? Remote things, for dicks."

"Remote things for dicks," Irene repeated, making a little tsk as she scanned the shelf before finding what she was looking for and pulling it out with a flourish. "This baby might be just the thing -- less a ring, more a sleeve, and also with app control."

And she had to imagine that that would be wonderful for someone with a cock, just looking the thing over.

Octavia's eyebrows quirked a little.

"That doesn't even look like a sex toy."

This was not a complaint.

"I know. Looks like something from the Sharper Image catalog or...a computer, maybe," Irene replied, grinning as she turned the thing over in her hands. "Incredibly discreet. I'm genuinely impressed, honestly."

She held the thing out to Octavia, eyebrows raised. "See what you think. There's a way to turn it on without the app, if you want to see what it does," she noted, indicating a very small button.

Octavia reached out to take it. She flicked a glance up to Irene's face before inspecting the toy closer.

"What's 'Sharper Image'?"

Look, just because she wasn't obviously self-conscious around these things didn't mean some not-directly related talk wasn't a nice buffer, here and there.

"Shop that used to sell novelties," Irene replied, her smile gentling a little. Silly her, not something they'd have in the apocalypse, would they? "Interesting lighting and artwork for your home, funny little back massagers -- actual back massagers -- giant alien sculptures from movies. Very masculine in tone and style. Sort of a mecca for bachelor pads, back in the day."

Even that explanation had a few things in it that Octavia was hazy on, but she could pick up enough from the context.

(Also this toy was... interesting.)

"Well, makes sense, I guess," she rasped. "This thing is pretty sleek."

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