A man went back and forth in front of the store. He had thick hair and glasses, but he had grown hair so much that he couldn't even see his eyes well. A stretched shirt, worn jeans that are out of fashion, and sneakers that are crumpled.
He had a pale face like he hadn't seen the sunlight, a thick wallet roughly inserted into his back pocket, and even his hands are restless while looking at his cell phone.
The man, who seemed to be a perfect unsociable, looked around the alley again while looking at the sign of a store and looked at his cell phone with anxiety.
His steps were hesitating, and he was nervously biting his thumb nail and glancing around.
Then eventually, he took a step as if he had made up his mind.
The store was leading to the basement, and at the entrance, there was a light that was only enough not for a man to fall.
The green emergency exit sign was the brightest.
The man carefully went down the stairs and breathed in.
There was a strong musk scent beyond the humid and moist smell unique to the basement. The scent that made the person's heart beat. He lifted his blurry eyes and went down.
When He reached the end, he got used to the dark, he saw an iron decoration that gave a somewhat antique feeling.
[Personal shopper]
It was found that the sign was made of high-quality materials that seemed neat and elegant.
This was the shop where only one person could make a reservation a day.
The waiting list was long and there were few customers, but the shop was rumored to be beautiful. It was even salty for people liked staying only in-house and didn't think they would go well with shopping.
"This, this, all, all, all, it's like a scam."
The deposit for reservation alone was quite expensive. He paid for that, too. Among the few acquaintances, the satisfaction of those who had been there was high.
It was from the person that he met on the Internet, if he had to say he knew.
The man alternately looked at the signs that did not match his shabby clothes, and thought of the deposit he had made for a reservation. That's the deposit, and if the deal was made today, the rest of the money would be withdrawn.
Even if he would cancel, the deposit would not come back.
Personal shoppers are helping individuals shop, so he brought money for shopping.
Thanks to it, his wallet was thick.
He could have just gone for an PC room with the money. He thought he couldn't help it even if they took off the deposit.
But something was missing.
Everyone said it was a fantastic experience. He heard that the items they shopped after that were perfect, too.
For some reason, He roughly wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. With a determined look, he came down the stairs further and grabbed the doorknob on the left.
The door opened as the handle turned smoothly.
Through the open gap, a velvet-like smooth yet powdery musk scent flowed out.
Even though it seemed a little strong, his complexion became even paler due to the scent that made his heart pound.
He had read all the prerequisites, and he had also carefully done all the 'cleaning job'. Shaking, opening the door and going inside, he could see a bright and neat space.
All kinds of things were displayed on various shelves.
Adult sex toys.
Items used by men and women, in fact, were also useful to anyone.
Things that made his face hot just by looking at it.
The man trembled, unable to close the door or open it further, with his face red to his neck.
His heart was pounding, and his whole body was tense and sweaty.
Right. This store had a personal shopper that picked the right sex toys for each person.
These days, many people who were in love, married, or had given up a marriage were looking for their own sex toys.
However, the satisfaction level was different because it was different for each individual.
You could also buy and try out various types, but handling them was not convenient.
It was difficult to find the right one for you among adult items that you couldn't just throw away outside if you found it useless. That's why these personal shoppers, which were said to be rich, also appeared in sex toy stores.
Many couples came, but many individuals came, such as the man.
They were always hanging around in front of the door. Shoppers were used to them, too.
"Welcome."
With a soft smile, a personal shopper guided the red-cooked man inside.
The Man, who was coming inside flinching and sweating, looked shabby.
However, the skin was clear and the physique was not bad even if it looked unstable.
"I will help you choose your lover."
He smiled softly as he looked into the eyes which were through the other's hair and glasses.
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