Shopping with Chichi

"Ah, Miss Chichi, it's always a pleasure to see you!" says the adult shop proprietor, a balding, middle aged man with a horrendous tartan jacket. Chichi grunts and hands you her purse, for you to hold while she shops.

"And who is this, um, gentleman with you?"

You blush bright red, knowing the absurd sight you make. You're wearing nothing but a pink petticoat, a pair of sequined high heels, and a cock cage chastity belt. Unless you count a pair of Chichi's panties in your mouth and a roll of duct tape holding them in as clothing.

Chichi's not in the mood for talking. "League gave me an escort to carry my stuff. I call it Trixie."

The odious little man withdraws. He obviously doesn't want to piss off his best customer. Between Chichi's huge prize money, the discount she gets for buying in bulk, and the subsidies provided by the League, Chichi can basically just walk in and take what she wants. And she's in the mood to do just that.

She starts grabbing things off the shelf and piling them into your arms, muttering to herself. "Hmmm. This looks nice... mmm, listen Trixie, ribbed for your pleasure! Ah, this might come in handy." You groan inwardly, suspecting that most of this nasty stuff will be used on you.

Suddenly the little creep comes back. "Ah, Miss Chichi, I almost forgot. Your special order has arrived."