A Certain Horny Item Store (Very WIP)

Disclaimer: It's suggested to play in 'Game Mode', to keep track of stats. In addition, the first two days can be considered a 'Tutorial', and do not have unlimited freedom.

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The store smells of old parchment, sweet herbs, and the indescribable musk of charged magic.

You’re Yera Yindham, twenty-one. Fresh out of the continent's fifth-possibly sixth, greatest university for the study of magical arts. You have ash-grey skin which glows in the light, and white curls pinned up with those enchanted silver combs that keep everything neatly in place (most of the time). Your deep emerald cloak is cinched at the waist, the fabric hugging your full breasts and the generous curve of your hips in a way that turns more than a few heads on the busy merchant streets. Beneath it, your simple linen dress clings just enough to remind you, and anyone looking, that your body is nicely toned, without much excess, save the obvious places.

“Morning already?” you murmur to yourself, voice tired and lazy.

The shop fills slowly. People passing here and there, eyeing the goods. Business is... limited, to say the least. Filled with the occasional sound of your sigh, but little else. By mid-afternoon, the place is empty, and you think for a second about the futility of it all, about the simple pleasure of just closing the store and going home, when someone comes into the store. A burly human, with short brown hair, and a heavy beard. Fit, beneath his linen clothing, which themselves were caked in grime, and other things.

He moves around with a certain apprehension. Eyeing the objects on the wooden tables. Looking at them, but allowing his gaze to fall on you at scant moments where he thinks he isn't looking. After a while, he seems to settle on something, a certain object in a certain part of the store.