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Purple Tropical Soda
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I throw open my own PERSONAL wardrobe and find the collection of things I’ve poured hours and hours and hours into. Gloves. Underskirts. Petticoats. Stocking tops. Panties. Bras. I sort out the items I know I’ll save for Celyn if things go well, and take a few and place them into a wooden box, bringing them downstairs, brushing past a hard-at-work wizard.
“He-llo!” I smile to Tineola, far from said wizard. “This is my PERSONAL collection… not something I’d show off to anything but the most discerning customers. But, of course, I can’t just show these to ANYONE. Anything you see here must be kept ABSOLUTELY secret.”
“But of course,” Tina says, staring intently at the box.
“Anything you see can and will be adapted to anything you order,” I remind her, “And the viewing fee is, I must say, quite high… but it is a one-time admission fee to a very special club. There are tiers in that club, and one of them is reserved for a very special lucky date night. So you won’t be seeing anything in here that would be date-night-central, if you see what I’m saying?”
“Seeing is believing,” Tina smiles, “Ah, what a lucky person, to date you!” She gives a wink.
“Are you flirting with me?” I ask, smiling back. “Because if you are, you’ll need to get in line.”
“I didn’t mean to take away from your evening tonight,” Tina giggles. “Well, if your date wouldn’t mind the attentions of two lovely ladies, that would be up to them, of course.”
“His name is Celyn,” I say, “And I am FLATTERED by your interest in me AND my work. Seeing is believing… so if you could bring out your coin purse, you can show me yours and I can show you mine.”
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