Kael took Freya to a neon-lit storefront: The Naughty Times, its sign bold, promising forbidden delights.
Freya paused, her masked face tilting, her blue eyes widening with curiosity and a flicker of nervous excitement.
Kael grinned, his hazel eyes amused but wary, sensing the shift in her energy. "You sure about this?" he asked, his voice low, teasing, but Freya was already moving, pulling him through the glass door, the bell jingling as they entered a world of velvet and vice.
Inside, the shop was a sensory overload, dim lighting casting a sultry glow over racks of toys, shelves of condoms, and displays of kinky gear.
The air smelled of leather and sweet lubricant, underscored by a faint musk that made Freya's pulse quicken.
Vibrators in display hummed softly, dildos in every size and shade lined the walls, and bondage gear—cuffs, ropes, paddles—hung like art.
A lanky clerk stood behind the counter, his eyes flicking up from a magazine.
