Dite's Decadent Delights, Monday Afternoon
Karla was back at work after skipping the last two shifts. She'd left in such a hurry on Sunday, she hadn't told Mini-Morton to cover that first shift and she hadn't been capable of telling him last weekend after she'd unexpectedly turned into an Arcerian cat.
Two weeks was apparently enough to make her view the shop with new eyes. Everything seemed so much more...intriguing, today. The kind of low-level twitchiness she'd woken up with this morning had sharpened when she came into the store. Everywhere she looked, there was something to do with love and desire and sex and, strangely, that's pretty much where Karla's thoughts had been trending all day.
Probably an after effect of being person-shaped again.
Karla decided that she would spend the day dusting the merchandise. Slowly. Languidly. With a renewed interest in everything. She just wished that she didn't need so much time to rest between displays and all the jumpy energy she was feeling translated into real energy as well.
Two weeks was apparently enough to make her view the shop with new eyes. Everything seemed so much more...intriguing, today. The kind of low-level twitchiness she'd woken up with this morning had sharpened when she came into the store. Everywhere she looked, there was something to do with love and desire and sex and, strangely, that's pretty much where Karla's thoughts had been trending all day.
Probably an after effect of being person-shaped again.
Karla decided that she would spend the day dusting the merchandise. Slowly. Languidly. With a renewed interest in everything. She just wished that she didn't need so much time to rest between displays and all the jumpy energy she was feeling translated into real energy as well.