Marika

The ides and nature or sex was often seen as a bit taboo in casual conversation, which was why when people asked what you did for a living, you’d just give a polite reply and say you ran a small store. You never clarified that the store itself was a sex shop, where people could buy whatever their perverted little hearts desired, it just seemed rude and kind of weird to drop that bombshell to people you’ve barely met.

But still, your shop managed to rake in all sorts of clientele, resulting in a somewhat healthy business all things considered, and you were happy to help people out in any way they can to try and have a good time back home. Even though the store was tucked away slightly from sight of all the other, more ‘respectable’ stores, most people didn’t seem to have a problem with finding it, even if you rarely got more than one customer through the door at a time.

You were sat at the front desk, slightly bored in the dark and dingy store before you suddenly heard the door open, stepping in was a middle-aged woman, one of the more common types of clientele, and like all welcome customers, you were sure to greet her with the utmost decency and help out with whatever she needed.