This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder than Expected (A Futa LitRPG)

2.06 ❤ Out Shopping

Fe Dullette was an odd woman, as perhaps expected of the suggested connection for identifying sex toys spat out of a lewd pocket dimension.

She was also painfully attractive, and dressed in a way to emphasize it. That she had horns curling from her head, and a short, puffy-white tail sprouting from her tailbone? Well, Zoey was quickly accustoming herself to the fact not all people here were human, and Fe's plush, sheep-girl appearance definitely did something for her.

Not that Zoey allowed herself to harden at her curvy, meek appearance. Because, as she'd already stated, an erection would be literally impossible to ignore, considering Zoey's generous bestowal. Fe's figure wasn't so impressive as to counteract the insanely embarrassing predicament she'd be in if she raised mast. Though still impressive. The sheep-girl had hips with their own gravitational well.

Zoey's explanation to Fe was much less awkward than with Anja One-Eye, which she was exceedingly grateful for. She didn't need to explain what the rounded silver objects were beyond the words 'butt-plugs', or why jewelry that attached to erotic zones would be appealing to certain people. She was, while perhaps not promiscuous, at a minimum knowledgeable. She knew her way around Zoey's (in what had been her opinion, until Anja) mostly vanilla sex-related items. Anja's opinion on who to go to had been well-formed.

In fact, Fe seemed outright intrigued by their haul, not simply 'not uncomfortable'.

"And where was the entrance to this shard?" Fe asked, shooting apologetic glances between them. "If you don't mind me asking, of course."

Zoey looked at Rosalie. Obviously Zoey couldn't answer that question. Her arrival to the shard had been under once-in-a-lifetime circumstances. Rosalie had been the one to enter it naturally.

"The Verdant Sanctum," Rosalie said. "You'll forgive me if I'm not more specific than that."

Fe bobbed her head. "Of course. Such a valuable find, you'll want to visit it again, I'm sure. It was only curiosity—everything you say is confidential. I'm a professional."

Revisit? That was something they could do? Zoey wouldn't mind stopping by to see Mel again.

"Once was more than enough," Rosalie said dryly.

"But with such strange items ... I can see these selling exceptionally well. Even I would—" the sheep-girl coughed. "That is, buyers won't be difficult to find. The market might be niche, but the supply is lower than the demand."

"You've seen items like this?"

"Here and there," Fe said. "They're quite uncommon."

So their assumption had been right. Rare, but not unheard of.

"But you can identify them?" Rosalie asked. "By tomorrow morning? We'll pay for the rush. We want to be on our way."

"Of course. I'd be happy to, with items as interesting as these. I'll get right on it."

"Then we won't hold you."

Rosalie and Zoey left the store, and Zoey glanced back, seeing the sheep-girl flip the glass storefront's 'open' sign to 'closed', then the blinds flicker down.

Zoey wondered how such items were 'identified'. What, exactly, would the busty sheep-girl be doing?

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The next stop was the shopping district. They chose their destination at random, one of the hundred buildings crammed shoulder-to-shoulder and teeming with patronage. Treyhull was one of the most populous cities in the Fractures; one of the primary congregating points for Wayfarers, and so there was no lack of either customers or stores. Though as Rosalie had said, many of these people weren't Wayfarers, but civilians who had ventured from Haven to provide their services at a more lucrative rate, exchanging their day-to-day safety for a higher salary.