Swinging the door open Mike walks inside. A bright and happy faced man sporting a white beard greets him, as he beckons to Mike.
"Come in young man and relax, look, see what we have forsale. Choose which ever you please, some are costly while some are for free!" the man offers.
Mike looks about, his eyes wide as he's stunned with the large selection. Slowly he walks down the center isle and peers at studs, rings, as well as steel bands with chains. Bright as if shined, some looked of pewter, some as silver, while a few were of brass or maybe even gold.
"Can I show you anything, Sir?" asked a friendly female voice.
As Mike looked up he froze! There before him was one interestingly beautiful young lady. As Mike's eyes took inventory he took a half step back from the counter. The young lady was quite beautiful, but was also rather strange of a sight.
Pretty of face she had auburn hair that hung down to her waist. Slender but oh so well endowed her breast bulged the tight fitting dress. Mike would have been instantly in love had he not noticed something else right off.
Poking high out of her silky hair were two tall and furry ears of maybe a mule or donkey. Each ear rimmed in small silver rings which twinkled in the bright lights above the counter. This being strange enough but a downy thick fuzzy covering of hair surrounded her face, ran down her neck and over those sweet tapered breasts.
Mike leaned forward to see if the hairy form continued down behind the counter but caught himself before he went too far.
A sweet smile met his upward gaze as the old man cleared his throat and asked, "See anything of interest young man?"
Mike turned halfway around to look at the man as a fuzzy soft hand touched his cheek.
"Major, he is a sweet young one and I think he might be pleased with some of these silver ringlets." suggested the young lady.
"Hmm, those are some of our low priced stock! If you please we have the brass rings here which are free and the steel shackles with chains that come with a rebate if you wish?" asked the man.
Mike looked at the rings and shackles then turned to look back at his donkey eared' lady. A sweet smile as total silence met his look as Mike again turned to study the case.
"Can't make up your mind, hmm! Maybe you might like to try our styling booth and see yourself as if fitted with one or even several of our trinkets?" offered the man as the young lady groaned softly.
A dark glance her way made the lady turn and walk into the back of his shop. Turning to look up at the man he'd moved closer to a draped doorway and motioned for Mike to enter.
Peeking in Mike was wondering what sort of booth this was? A wooden seat was looking dirty and darkly soiled. The sides of the booth were covered in dents and scratch marks. He saw a place for his feet which was carved out of the floor boards as there were other adjustments too.
"Here we are, now remove all clothing and jewelry as the booth makes you see and feel the arrangements." said the old man as Mike cringed at what he'd gotten into.
At last he sat on the gritty seat his smooth butt feeling the coldness as he sat down. The man spun two wheels as Mike's feet felt a tightening then locked into place. As he sat there the man reached inside and while he positioned a metal sleeve he took Mike pecker, placed it on the sleeve and removed his hands.
"Now them place your arms into the handholds and grip the handles, this is for your own safety!" suggested the man.
"What now?" asked Mike feeling a little uneasy.
"Choose your desire, Brass, Gold, or Steel?" asked the old man as in the background the lady moaned again.