closed starter for @romythorne where/when: eden's apple, late night
Despite Cam's mentorship, despite the way in which she's managed to blend her supernatural knowledge with her artwork and find a modicum of hard-won success, Elyse still needs to sling kink gear to keep an apartment roof over her head.
It's fine, it's whatever. For every person who walks in giggling, blushing, terrified of the thought of instruments of sexual pleasure and deviancy, Elyse waits with a blasé attitude and a willingness to help make a sale so she can justify her paycheck. The stuff in Cam's dungeon would make even the hardcore horndogs in Eden's blush.
But for those to whom whispering the word 'penis' is too much, even standing within ten feet of the store's entrance can do you in.
[text to: Romy, no Michele] i see you, dork [text to: Romy, no Michele] i want the pizza i ordered
Most of the windows are arranged for privacy but from the register Elyse has a prime view to the girl currently petrified by the thought of crossing the threshold into the den of sin. Like she's caught sight of a kinky little flog and it Medusa'd her.
"I'm waitingggg!"
