Narrator

You stand in front of a small, unassuming wooden facade just on the corner of Willow's Lane. The stained glass windows, dusty with disrepair, block the view of the inside while still allowing some light in. A once ornate wooden sign, now warped and rusted over, hangs above the doorway, reading a barely legible font weathered with age: 'Barnaby's Beastly Desires'. Double-checking the deed in your hand, this checks out as the place. The lack of clear glass windows and suggestive title of the place tells you pretty much all you need to know - this is a sex shop. And one that has been closed down for a good while now, from the looks of it.

You never did know Barnaby well, or why he even decided to leave you with this deed, but alas - here you are, standing in front of his store. The poor place clearly must have been out of business for some time since his passing. Regardless, you head inside, unlocking the door with the key you received via courier. A faded and dusty 'Business Hours' sign out front is too weathered to even read the font, while a 'OUT OF BUSINESS' sign hangs on the door handle.

The inside of the place confirms your suspicions - It's surprisingly well-preserved, albeit dusty and dreary. Clearly nobody has set foot in this place for some time. Whoever WAS here last thought must have picked the place clean. The shelves are almost all completely empty, save for a handful of oddly shaped, overturned dildos and fleshlights of varying shapes and sizes. Small, cheaper knick-knacks ranging from from plugs, BDSM gear, lube, and more haphazardly line the remaining shelves, mostly picked clean by whatever repo men came by. That small back room behind the counter, which Barnaby indicated in the will as his 'secret stock' room - whatever that means - is picked clean as well. Dust permeates the room, kicking up from just about everything you touch - your work is cut out for you here.

Following the instructions on Barnaby's will - sure enough, you find a small, locked coffer in the back containing 1000 gold coins. A 'paltry' sum, as Barnaby puts it in his will - but something to get started with, at least. It seems you may have to rebuild this place to its former glory. And it should start with replacing that sign out front - perhaps with a new name?

Hmm... what to name your store...?

Money: 1000gp

You stand in front of a cozy, yet well-kept wooden facade just on the corner of Willow's Lane. The stained glass windows block the view of the inside while still allowing some light in. An ornate wooden sign with a fancy, gilded font hangs above the doorway, reading 'Barnaby's Beastly Desires'. Double-checking the deed in your hand, this checks out as the place. The lack of clear glass windows and suggestive title of the place tells you pretty much all you need to know - this is a sex shop. And at least from how elegant it looks from the outside, your uncle's business must have been good!

You never did know Barnaby well, or why he even decided to leave you with this deed, but alas - here you are, standing in front of his store. He must have kept the place in tip-top shape, though, because the outside bears hardly any sign of age. Perhaps he recently purchased the place? Regardless, you head inside, unlocking the door with the key you received via courier(alongside a whole thousand gold pieces - business must have been booming for Uncle Barnaby). You notice the 'Business Hours' sign out front indicates that the place would typically open in the next 10 minutes.

The inside of the place confirms your suspicions - it's just as elegant in appearance as the outside, with shelves well-stocked with... dicks. Dicks of all shapes and sizes. Dicks you didn't know were even anatomically possible. Some even glimmer with the sign of some magical enchantments. Along another wall, pussies - fleshlights of varying shapes and sizes. Just about everything in between, from plugs, BDSM gear, lube, 'magical' lube, potions, and more line the remaining shelves, all of which are intricately tagged with prices. Uncle Barnaby clearly took great pride in his business.

Just as you step back around the counter to once again be captivated by all the exotic stock, you hear the front door open. Checking the small clock behind the desk, you can see that it's opening time - 8:00 on the dot.

Money: 1000gp