December 13th, 2005
â€œIâ€™d like one Sephiroth, please.â€
The voice of the timid, mousy-haired girl in front of the counter matched her appearance. Maggie sighed as she looked up from her paper. â€œDo you have an appointment?”
â€œAh, no. Was I supposed to?â€ The shy girl looked uncomfortable and wrung her hands.
â€œFor most of â€˜em, no, but Sephiroth is one of our most popular models. Weâ€™ve got ten of them operational, and you still need to book a week in advance.â€ Maggie shook her head. â€œSo sorry, kid, no can do. You need some suggestions? Iâ€™ve got the Final Fantasy section of the catalog here,â€ she offered, pulling out a well-worn and dog-eared magazine that held some of the brothelâ€™s most popular products.
â€œOh, no thank you,â€ said the girl, blushing. â€œI can pick another one on my own.â€ She chewed her lip for a moment, then spoke up again timidly. â€œDo you have, ah, a Spike?â€
â€œSpiegel? Youâ€™re in luck, kid. Heâ€™s very popular too, but one of our regulars cancelled today. Iâ€™ll get him set up in a room for you.â€ Maggie tapped some numbers into her computer. â€œNeed anything else? Lube, toys, handcuffs, lingerie?â€
The girlâ€™s face turned even redder. â€œOhâ€¦ oh, no thank you. I donâ€™t need anything like that. But, ahâ€¦â€ She bit her lip again. â€œCould I also haveâ€¦ a Vicious?â€
Maggie squinted down at the girl over the counter. â€œA Spike and a Vicious?â€ She eyed the girlâ€™s slender frame. â€œTheyâ€™re both pretty big, sweetheart. Are you sure you want them both on the same day? You might be sore afterwards.â€
â€œOh, no! No, not like that.â€ The girlâ€™s eyes widened. â€œI didnâ€™t mean it like that. I donâ€™t want toâ€¦ to have them both,â€ she explained. â€œI just want themâ€¦ ahâ€¦ together.â€ A small, anticipatory smile spread over her pink lips.
Maggieâ€™s eyebrows rose up into her bangs. It seemed sheâ€™d overestimated this girlâ€™s naÃ¯vetÃ©. â€œYaoi fan, huh?â€ The girl blushed and nodded, grinning wider, and Maggie backspaced over the information on her screen. â€œYou shouldâ€™ve said something. Youâ€™ll need a special chip for that. Those subroutines donâ€™t come standard.â€
Maggie reached over into the drawer and pulled out two chips wrapped in plastic, handing them across the counter to the girl. â€œYou just give those to the handler when you get to the room and sheâ€™ll install them, okay?â€
â€œOkay,â€ the girl repeated, nodding. She handed over her credit card and Maggie swiped it through.
â€œYouâ€™re all set, sweetheart,â€ Maggie told the girl, handing back the card. â€œYou have fun now, you hear?â€
The girlâ€™s eyes positively sparkled with anticipation. â€œOh, donâ€™t worry. I will.â€