For a sex shop with such a large selection, it sure was hidden. And messy. Normally, such shops had clear signs outside, advertising themselves. This place felt more like an out of the way, niche, old bookshop down an alley that most people didn't even notice. Though not at all dusty.
It was strange how everything was just heaped chaotically everywhere. Yet despite the mess and hidden location, it was very colorful and beautiful. It had a mysterious new age look to it.
A glass dildo filled with swirling colors bedazzled the window ledge it stood on as sunlight refracted through it. A set of handcuffs with mystic, almost glowing, engravings upon it, hung from a rafter. A red and slender rope coiled around the leg of a table like a snake, and seemed to move whenever seen from the corner of an eye. A silver chastity belt with no apparent hinges latches or keyholes. A full body latex suit that looked like it was made of dark flowing water. A tattoo kit with the word “obey the ink” written upon it. A dream catcher who's woven pattern seemed to feature hints of new erotic imagery every time one glanced at it. And much, much more. The shop was cluttered with all things imaginable. And no two items were the same.
The person behind the desk possibly wasn't real. Or maybe were several people taking shifts. Because whoever entered the shop would come out with a description of a different person. Always the perfect person to entice them into buying the sex toy meant for them.
One person might say they saw the woman of their dreams that turned them on so much that they'd agreed to take a sex toy they never even would have considered before. While another person might have described an intimidating figure who frightened them into taking the recommended oddity. But no one ever left empty handed. Some to their great joy and others to their unalterable fate. Whichever it was, their lives would be changed forever.
The bell above the door tinkled as a new customer, curious or perhaps lost, stumbled into the magical sex shop.