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[flimsylies]

Who: Hisoka & Bayonetta
When: First Day At Work
Where: S&M Shop
What: Training for their new line of work.
Rating/Warning: Intended to be tame and good natured, but I guess in theory you never know.

There's quite a bit of education that goes into the training of this work, before even getting to sales and cash and shopkeeping. They start with anatomy, astonishing how little people truly know compared to their confidence and protestations. Luckily, neither of the new workers are particularly giggly nor squeamish. A method to the job-lottery madness, perhaps?

After the human body itself, there are lectures and note-taking on the different materials and liquids that can be involved in sex games: cyberskin, silicone, glass, water, oil. Which can go on which and into what, the hygiene and safety. of each. Then there are the various brands of each product and their various warranties. Some come with motors, different colors, different textures, different sizes. There are guidelines about how to advise every customer to their needs. But to advise them they must be understood. Each fetish outlined on a spectrum from personal play to every day lifestyle, and how to win trust and confidence in every customer no matter their involvement. Then how to up sell and cross sell and coax even the shyest or the boorish into spending more than they meant to.

On the end of the life-styler, there are catalogues and samples for assembly of a full dungeon with all its accoutrements. More accessibly, there is lingerie, stockings and nighties and slinky heels. All of them need to be memorized, their sizes, their styles, their shapes, for men or woman or neither or both.

It's nothing to sniff at, although at the end of the day the manager's only real question is:

"I hope you bitches know how to mop."

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[voluptuous]

The manager nearly receives a heeled kick to his chest, but Bayonetta decides to hold back for one simple reason: curiosity. It isn't even the deal where posters of a future model are freshly put up — the model is her in the latest catsuit created by a local company — but working in the shop itself. Buying toys, that isn't new. Selling them is.

It gives her enough time to do a little research, among other things.

"Aren't we touchy today," an idle thought that turned into a chat, "I certainly hope you don't follow suit."

Ah, what was his name again — Herman?

[flimsylies]

Hisoka has been listening to the training with a bored kind of incredulity. His notebook is covered in doodles, lazy recreations of the various charts and photographs they have been shown, rather than notes. Who was so poorly educated they needed to have the various aspects of the genitalia explained to them? And why would they work here, especially if they were too shy to actually engage the customers in their shop's products.

The coworker seems forward enough though. He turns his head towards her with one of his usual smiles, mask like and shallow.

"Shouldn't we encourage touching in this shop?" a mild joke, pitched airily.