Dite's Decadent Delights | Wednesday

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Irene had Clementine in the shop with her today, and given that the wee little dog was growing rapidly and actually starting to resemble a dog rather than a very small puddle of dog-like substance, she made the mistake of allowing her to roam for a bit.

That mistake was corrected, Clementine's little playpen was set up again even if she was getting a bit big, those trashed dildos were thrown in the back, and Irene was spending the rest of the afternoon leaning against the counter and researching whether they could take extra puppy school classes to sort of nip (bah-dum-tss) that chewing thing right in the bud.

Dite's was open, in any case.

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[not_of_the_nora]

Aloy had been here for a few days now, and her home office-slash-training center was coming along just fine. There were still some parts missing, though-- and until she had a local 'bank account', she couldn't really order them anywhere.

So.

She walked into the sex shop sometime in the morning and, without saying a word to the proprietess, barged on towards the vibrator section.

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Aha. A lady who knew what she was after -- Irene's favorite. And while she wasn't going to intrude (particularly upon someone who clearly was on a mission), she did call out, "Welcome to Dite's! Let me know if you need help finding anything."

And don't mind a little surreptitious observation. Not of Aloy's selections, of course, since Irene didn't especially care, but she didn't recognize this woman, so color her curious.

[not_of_the_nora]

True to type, Aloy had made no effort to invest in local clothing just yet: she was wearing the mixture of furs, leathers and metal robot parts that she always did, her hair a red mess interspersed with thick braids. Her spear and her bow were strapped to her back, as they usually were-- as much an odd mixture of metal, wood and fur as the rest of her clothing.

Her fingers hovered over the little metal square by her ear for a moment or two.

Then she methodically grabbed three boxes from the vibrator stand.

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If anything, Irene was thinking this woman was probably nigh unto roasting in those furs.

But she made sure to keep her attention visibly on her phone -- until Clementine made a little noise, at least, and Irene had an excuse to check on the dog rather than try to pretend she wasn't people-watching.

[not_of_the_nora]

There wasn't much watching left to do, really, as Aloy took her three boxes - decently sized vibrators, all - and set them down on the counter.

"I'll take these."

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And again with the careful schooling of Irene's face -- with someone she already knew, there would absolutely be teasing and commentary, of course, but you know. She had a business to run here and you didn't get repeat customers by telling strangers you admired the size of the vibes they'd selected.

"I usually throw in a little lube for free with toys," Irene commented, smiling as she stepped behind the counter to grab some wholly unnecessary -- but fancy -- tissue to line a shopping bag. "Any flavor preferences?"

[not_of_the_nora]

"Why would I want lubricant that tastes like something?" Aloy asked, confused, and reached into her pocket for some of her hoarded local currency. She put the bills down.

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"To use with a partner," Irene explained easily, gathering up the bills and dropping a neat little bottle of unflavored lube into the bag alongside the toys in one fluid motion. "It can mask the taste of latex a little too if you're using condoms."

Which everyone should if having non-monogamous partnered sex, even with toys! #safety, everyone!

[not_of_the_nora]

"I'm not here for that," Aloy said, dismissively.

She grabbed one of the boxes and opened it up. "This is just the easiest way to get these parts until I get a job and the lay of the land," she said, twisting the bottom from the vibrator and stripping back the latex to expose the electronics underneath.

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"Oh!" Now, on the one elegant, perfectly-manicured hand -- that was a perfectly good vibrator there, missy.

On the other, this was more interesting than Irene had expected, and she found herself offering, "How are you fixed for batteries, then?"

[not_of_the_nora]

"Too early to say," Aloy said, stripping the servomotor and PCB out of the frame with practiced precision. "Right now I can power everything inside of my house through my Sunwing, but it might not be a bad idea to have some external power sources..."

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"There's an appliance repair shop that's open Sundays," Irene offered, leaning a hip against the counter as she thought. "And Dwight and Amaya might each have useful bits -- handyman and blacksmith, respectively."

Though don't think she wasn't delighted at this ingenuity taking place in her own shop, and watching closely in interest.

[not_of_the_nora]

"I've already spoken to Amaya," Aloy said, perking up a little bit (in as much as it was possible to jolt her out of her determined work mode). "She's working on a few things for me. Including some moving targets, but I have no idea how she's planning to power those yet."

With all the useful parts extracted, she reached for the next box.

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A half-second of warmth crossed Irene's features -- she'd have to swing by and see how those targets were coming along, and part of her was pleased for Amaya even though this had nothing to do with her. Very, very strange for Irene. Best to just not look at those feelings, thank you!

"Steam or something that looks like magic, knowing her," she commented idly. She didn't quite understand materia, but it looked enough like magic for her purposes. "I'm Irene, by the by."

[not_of_the_nora]

"Magic is usually just what we call any technology we don't get yet," Aloy observed. She stripped the outer casing from this toy with as much speedy grace as the last. "Hi, I'm Aloy. I used to be a student here."

That seemed like the kind of information people on Fandom liked to have.

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"'Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic,'" Irene recited, very used to trotting out that particular Arthur C. Clarke quote.

(Though that being said, she wondered what her Magician friends would have to say about that, since they seemed pretty set on their magic being magic.)

But Aloy's comment had garnered more interest, anyway, and she added, "Welcome back. Do you find it's changed in your time away?"

Irene, incidentally, had found it to be nearly identical from when she'd left, when she had returned.

[not_of_the_nora]

No semblance of recognition sparked on Aloy's face at the quote. She just tilted her head, frowned a bit, and then seemed to cast it aside in favor of the question.

"No, it hasn't," she said. "And I was counting on that."

She peeled the motor out from between the wiring.