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Who: Cindy, Ilde, and YOU?
What: Fairies and Fables have needs, and there's this place in Howl Barrow-
Where: A Howl Barrow sex shop.
When: Midday Shundi.
Notes: Rodolphus is getting a tentacle tie-pin as a gift. If you have a preference on threading with Cindy or Ilde or getting tag-teamed, specifically, please note as much or we'll decide amongst ourselves.
Warnings: Discussion of sexuality, masturbation, tentacles, etc. No Sean Connery, unfortunately.

The reason for Ilde's outing is twofold; picking up and wrecking men is more Sonja's area of expertise than hers and yet fingers really only go so far, for one thing, and for another her quiet canvassing has produced some rumours about what she'll find here that have inspired an almost morbid curiosity. In a city so diverse, it only makes sense that the accoutrements of local sexuality would be equally so, and - as Cindy agrees, joining her when they run into each other riverside on the way - that she has to see. Her horizons were being broadened even before Baedal, it only makes sense to continue exploring new perspectives. Especially since she's always been in favour of trying new things.

And what better way to get to know a new acquaintance, anyway? Maybe they'll get a coffee after.

The shop is a discreet place just off the main street through the district, featuring a mural of bodies (human and xenian alike - Ilde points out a mermaid, laughing) in various states of dishabille painted onto the back of the glass storefront; only light and shadows coming translucently through the colours give much of a hint at what lies behind. They linger outside a while to finish respective cigarettes and speculate between themselves, and Ilde grinds hers out under her heel before they go in.

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"I'm not even going to ask how you know that."

Nope. There are just some bits of info Cindy doesn't ever need to know. Besides, she has other things to worry about right now, like her own potential purchases. Well, this flick about randy firemen might work if none of the toys do. Hopefully, they're being randy by themselves and not with each other.

Ilde just grins at her, laughing in her gurgling way, as she snags a bottle of a basic KY equivalent and balances it on top of both the first box, the smaller box of optional attachments she snagged earlier, and the DVD. (The tentacle attachments boast a variety of textures, and something about variety-sized optional suction cups.)

"There are tie pins over here," she says, pointing, "I want to see if I can find something that'll make Lestrange emote."

His expression never changes, it's fascinating!

"Who?"

Aside from the wacky fact that this place sells something as mundane as tie pins, Cindy can't remember running into anybody named Lestrange. They must be strange. Pun intended.

The novelty section of any sex shop is always fun - for given values - and Baedal has its run of the usual joke glasses with dicks in place of noses, as well as the tie pins Ilde is examining with worryingly animated tentacles.

"Lestrange. He went into the fog with us." The first and failed escape attempt; they'd learned from it, at least.

The who what now? Cindy heard about the fog from Sonja, but didn't really get all the details what with wanting to get out of a locked room being more important and all. Time again to play the dumb ass blonde.

"Doll, are you sniffing the lube?" Cindy questions with one eyebrow cocked in pretend confusion. "Because I see your mouth moving, but I'm not understanding a goddamn thing you're saying."

Ilde looks blank for a moment (which isn't all that unusual, for her), then- "Oh, right. A group of us took a ship north and tried to leave through the fog. It didn't go well." What a massive understatement that is. "The Fogtrader's Guild ran a book on it, though, we got some money for coming back sane."

Cindy looks away for a moment, appearing like this conversation is less about the inmates trying to escape and more about the plastic tub of clitoris shaped lollipops she randomly sticks her hands into. Where were these things when Snow was having her bachelorette party? They would have been more exciting than the useless party favors she did give out.

"What happened?"

This guild Ilde speaks of is made into a mental note for Cindy to look up later. The longer she stays in Baedel, the longer that list gets.

"The further out you get, the worse it is." Ilde compares and contrasts two tie-pins - one of them is more energetic, the other is a deeper blue - as she speaks, poking the tentacles with her little finger and watching them recoil and whirl. "There were eels - Sonja brought a dead one back - that attacked the vessel. A kind of reality storm. Whole skyscrapes rising up out of the ocean. It was fucked."

"That sounds like an understatement to me..."

Suddenly the tub starts buzzing and Cindy yanks her hand out quickly, toppling the container to the ground where the candies spill out and skitter across the room. By themselves. Like ants hopped on whatever drugs the kids use nowadays to get all hot and bothered. Never has Cindy wanted a more normal shop as she does now.

"Okay, I am actually done with this store. Once the candy clits start jerking, it's over."

Ilde bursts out laughing, and puts one of the tie pins back - whichever - as she skitters backwards a bit to get clear of the vibrating candy clits. "All right, all right- I'm going to pay for these. Do you want to get coffee?"

"Only if it's Irish coffee." After this place, she really will need a drink. Good thing she heals fast or her liver would just up and climb right out of her bellybutton. Or her ass. Whichever one is easier.

"What did that person do to deserve that?" She's pointing at the wriggling tie pin that looks more like a choking mechanism than a decoration.

In response, she does her best impression of Rodolphus Lestrange's slightly creepy impassivity and thousand yard stare. Then, snapping out of it, "All the time."

"That's not an answer, Ilde," Cindy replies not quite removing the confused look from her face.

"He's like that all the time," she clarifies, apparently feeling that this is sufficiently asking to be trolled, on Rodolphus's part.

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