As Circe escorted Krystal, Tori, and Penny through the Mythos Aisle in search of a way to make Krystal into the feral wolfwoman she was always meant to be, another customer walked into the room. The newcomer was a tall African-American woman with her hair in dreadlocks. In her jeans was the telltale bulge of a dickgirl. Circe recognized the customer as Talisha Booker, a woman who had bought a ten-inch circumcised penis from the shop yesterday.
"Hello again, Talisha," Circe smiled. "What brings you back here? Is there something wrong with the penis I sold you?" The sorceress knew the answer, of course, but she always felt her customers should speak for themselves.
"Uhh, sorta?" Talisha shrugged. "Don't get me wrong, da length be hot as hell, but it ain't got no foreskin."
"If you wanted a foreskin, why didn't you fuckin' get an uncut cock in the first place?" Krystal chimed in.
"'Cuz I'm a size queen, an' dis here wang was da biggest dong in da store," Talisha said, proudly patting her enormous bulge. "I ain't no fool, though; I done heard all 'bout how sensitive uncut wangs be, an' how a hood be feelin' on yo' tip. So I be here to fix my mistake. I'd like to buy me a turtleneck fo' my wang."
Circe turned to Krystal, Tori, and Penny. "Feel free to browse the Mythos Aisle a bit without me. I'll be right back." She then turned back to Talisha. "Follow me. The Penis Aisle is this way."