Always label your merchandice, kids. [NSFW]

[steeldonuts]

In a quiet corner of this particular town's red light district exists a small, rather unassuming shop. In contrast to the loud, gaudy signs and lights of the other establishments on the street, the only thing that marks this building is a quaint hanging wooden sign that reads "Consentacles" accompanied by some purple and black tentacles holding bottles of varying liquids. The inside of the shop is just as unassuming, nothing but rows and rows of potions broken up by what look to be toys and the occasional rack of clothing for sale. It's all softly lit with a pleasant smell of incense.

It isn't until one starts to inspect some of the merchandise that the true nature of the shop is revealed: growth potions, shrinking elixirs, draughts for stamina, animal ears, mermaid tails, you name it. Every sort of fetish one might have that could be realized with some magic drink is there, all neatly labeled and organized with a short description of how it works. It may be a sex shop, but the owner has standards.

Speaking of which, the one responsible for the store can be found near the back behind a counter. A tall, shapely woman with a pale complexion and long, messy dark hair, just one pointed hat short of your stereotypical witch. She seems to be busy with brewing a batch of potions, judging by the large, bubbling cauldron and the open bottles on the counter filled with something or other, presumably waiting to be labeled and put on the shelf.

There's a lot of bottles on that counter, though. Probably more than should be there. Oh well.

Comments

[bustywolf]

The reason the blonde woman came into this shop is more curiosity than anything else. A sign like that really gets attention. What's with the tentacle motif, and why the bottles? Once she's inside and sees the wares largely dominated by potions, it all makes sense. More or less.

With those labels, though... these couldn't be real? Some of them even make her blush and avert her eyes, just imagining what effects they were supposed to have.

It's while she's avoiding looking at one that she notices the woman at the counter. She certainly looks like someone who'd own a potion shop like this, though Terry is a bit surprised at her height and figure. She's pretty tall herself, but the witchy woman might give her a run for her money. She's definitely curvier, not that Terry minds this...

Anyway, this is all just a scam, right? Potions are fine for people who believe in that stuff, but there's no way Terry's going to just take those labels at their word. She approaches the counter and casually leans on it.

"Hey..." Still curious, she eyes the various open bottles spread around. "So, um, what are these supposed to do?"

how's this?

[sistahspookums]

Theresa hated absolutely everything about tonight.

She had been cornered and bullied for hours until she agreed to participate with a plan that Ashley and her blond clone cronies had cooked up for her to humiliate herself for their amusement.

All she had to do was go into the sex shop run by the "Creepy witch lady" and steal a couple of her potions. Ashley was convinced they were drugs of some sort because according to her "Magic is just a pathetic lie losers tell themselves to pretend like they have a chance in life."

Leave it to someone who had naturally supermodel level looks to determine that believing in magic was pathetic.

The alternative unfortunately was that Theresa would have to endure more of their bullying tonight and probably all weekend. So if she could just sneak out with one or two bottles...

...but if she was honest she kind of liked the shop now that she was inside. Sure a lot of the items were lewd enough to leave the dark skinned girl blushing furiously, but the idea that there was a real potion brewing witch right here in town?

It made her feel better for all the spells she had attempted to cast at home honestly.

But she had a job to do didn't she? And so she waited until the pale woman was distracted with her brew and tried to sneak a bottle of something or other into her bag...