You aren't given the option to refuse.

"Wh... what?" Your mind, seemingly sunk into a shrivelled ball of embarrassment, misses the meaning of their words, and the two take the opportunity to look around the store.

"Hey, you still got those special dvds?" Bob asks.

'Special?' you wonder, fretfully flipping your credit card in your hands.

"Sure. Which one? Oh, the works I think."

Works? You open your mouth to ask what that means, but as your eyes cut toward him you spot the other men in the story looking at you with keen interest. Immediately you redirect your eyes to the floor to avoid them, although they take the action as an indication of submission.

"Hey, what's up with these?" Jason says, from another aisle.

The cashier cranes his neck, smiles at what he sees, and says, "Recalled. Manufacturer found that they..."

"Never mind, I'll take it."

"Great! That'll be one...."

"Oh look, lubes, lotions and aphrodisiacs. Perfect," Jason remarks, for unfathomable reasons. "I think these will do."

"Terrific!" the cashier says with enthusiasm, and why shouldn't he, as he takes your card. Picking up a machine he sticks your card in, taps in a total, and hands it back.

"Real eager to get out of here with your purchases?" the cashier asks, and you nod.

"God yes. I can't wait..." you say, eyes drifting toward the total on the machine. Mid-way you realize how that sounded, and look up at him with wide eyes as your finger automatically presses OK. The total, well over the eight-hundred you'd agreed to and closer to eleven-hundred, vanishes, replaced by the PIN screen.

"Say," Bob says, as you rapidly look away from the smirking cashier, quickly typing in your PIN to avoid his eyes. "You still have that back room for viewing movies? I'm thinking Jenny here might want to view a video."