An aisle marked Custom Orders

John wasn't paying much attention to where he was going and just sort of followed his wandering eye from place to place.

He had no concrete plans for Halloween, and hadn't put the slightest thought into what he'd wear, so mostly he just found himself ogling the sexy women's costumes and fantasizing about what various girls he knew would look like in each of them.

One aisle stood out as different form the rest. Here, there were only a handful of items, and they were either folded nearly on a shelf or displayed on a mannequin. No plastic packaging or duplicate costumes.

The woman's voice called out to him. "Be careful in there. Some of those items were maliciously designed. 'course, the deadbeats who ordered them never showed up to pay so it's all for sale. If you find anything interesting, come ask about it first."

Everything in the aisle was interesting, and John didn't really buy into the idea that a costume could be remotely dangerous, did he?