Shopkeep's Trick [DeeShadium & Sky Reed]

Status
Not open for further replies.

DeeShadium

Virgin
Joined
Feb 9, 2019

Age: 85 but is visually around 25-30
Orientation: Gay
History: Son of an incubus father and human mother, born and raised in a brothel. At age 18, he received 'training' to be a good submissive in the brothel. He stopped aging at 25 years old. At 65, he paid his way out of the brothel and apprenticed in a tailor's shop. At 75, the tailor died and Braxton took over the shop. He has kept it going strong for ten years, feeding his incubus nature on the men that come through his shop.


The front door of the shop is open to the street, smaller businesses keeping small wooden stalls on the sidewalk. They don't deter business, as there are always freshly baked pastries kept on the front counter. Just as a nice little addition. The smell often draws people in. Braxton is leaning on the counter, his shop currently empty. It's only the start of the morning though, so he's not worried about it. Outside, it's sun shining and blue sky, with only a slight breeze to fend off the heat. Braxton has chosen to dress simply today, a pale blue buttoned tunic left half open, a pair of soft black pants, and his heeled brown leather ankle boots. His thick crimson hair is pulled back from his face with a pale blue bandana to match his tunic. There's a pair of gold tattooed bands around his wrists, and he uses a simple glamour to hide his horns, and change the color of his eyes from black to green-flecked hazel.
 
Last edited by a moderator:

Sky Reed

Administrator
Staff member
Joined
Jan 1, 2019
Location
Under Your Bed
๐•‚๐•ฃ๐•š๐•ค๐•ฅ๐• ๐•—๐•— ๐”ธ๐•๐•–๐•ฉ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••๐•–๐•ฃ

1705

ใ€Ž 20 - 30 ใ€

A nobleman by birth. Kristoff Alexander had been living alone in a chateau. He had a lover once but he went on a journey once and never came back. He didn't know what happened to him if he was alive or dead. He doesn't know, all he knows he is gone. Most of the time he spent his time in town just so he wouldn't be wallowing in despair that he is alone again after so many years he was used to waking up each morning with someone at his side.

He would walk aimlessly checking out shops. Until he was drawn to a particular shop, it is not just the sweets, though he does have a penchant for sweet stuff. But it was more than that. It was the proprietor himself. He walked in, I think I do need a new coat. He said to himself, trying to convince himself that he needed something in this shop just enough reason to go in. He walked in and started browsing around, mostly glancing up to just look at the man behind the counter.

"Do you have any new style of coat and some cravats?" he asked, trying to see what his voice is like. If he is as good as he looks.
 

DeeShadium

Virgin
Joined
Feb 9, 2019
Braxton straightens as a man, clearly a nobleman, comes into his shop. This isn't the first time he's had a nobleman in his shop, but this one is very handsome. Braxton can't help the small smilethat graces his lips. He stays quiet while the man looks around, almost smirking every time he glances his way.

"I have many coat designs, in many colors. And many colors and fabrics of cravats. Is there something in particular you desire?" Braxton's voice is a low rumble, yet at the same time, it's a rich sound, very pleasant on the ears. He rounds the counter, then leans his hips against the front of it. At 6'4, his height gives him an advantage, though he only sometimes uses it against people.
 

Sky Reed

Administrator
Staff member
Joined
Jan 1, 2019
Location
Under Your Bed
"I had been invited by the duchess she is having a masquerade ball, I wanted to go and wear something different. Something with bold designs and yet stylish?" he asked as he glanced at the man. Earlier when he was behind the counter he doesn't seem that tall but now that he is standing next to Kristoff, he had to careen his head a little bit to look at the man.

"I had passed by this street so many times, I don't seem to remember you or your shop, I could have sworn an older gentleman used to own this shop," he said, as he scrutinized the shop owner again, looking him up and down.

"Do you have any coats available now for fitting or do I need to get measurements for custom made?" he asked.
 

DeeShadium

Virgin
Joined
Feb 9, 2019
Braxton nods his head, still smiling. A navy blue or royal purple coat would look stunning with the nobleman's ginger hair. A pale blue cravat would go well with the navy coat, or a light red cravat with the royal purple coat.

At the mention of the previous tailor, Braxton nods again. "Yes, the old man once owned this shop, and I was his apprentice. He recently past away, so I took over his openings, as he had no family to do so." He tilts his head, several strands of his thick crimson hair falling in front of his right shoulder. "I would recommend fitting, but if you require something quickly, I'm sure we can find something to your liking. What are your thoughts on navy blue, or royal purple?"
 

Sky Reed

Administrator
Staff member
Joined
Jan 1, 2019
Location
Under Your Bed
Thinking that somebody else has tried it before he did, or so many people and so many smells, orders and body odor lingering on that coat he is going to try out, just made him shudder. Not that he is a snob, but just the mere thought that he is not the first or would be the last made him cringe.

"No, I change my mind, measure me and I would want it to be mine alone, no one else is allowed to try it on?" he asked looking at the man.

"Purple, I prefer purple. Blue is so overused," he sighed, as he put down his cane and started to take off his gloves and top hat. "Should we do it here, or do we need to do it someplace?" he asked looking around.

"I do think you would do a better one on my coat than the previous owner he is good, but he is getting on age, so his style and stitches are not that spot on, I purchase one here long ago, and I came across the same one in the market a long time ago, so I never thought of going back here today until I saw you, and thought that it must be a new shop, hopefully, we are going to be a good fit," he said.
 

DeeShadium

Virgin
Joined
Feb 9, 2019
Braxton dips his head, holding an arm out toward a door marked Fitting Room. "If you would proceed into the fitting room, I shall close the door. I am the only one in shop, and would hate to have someone come in and steal my wares while I'm taking measurements. And please, feel free to take a pastry."

Braxton walks past the nobleman toward the door. The nobleman wouldn't know it, but Braxton is an incubus. He is always giving off pheromones designed to lure in bed mates for Braxton to feed on. His pheromones are quite sweet in scent, smelling of cinnamon and sugar, and the nobleman is likely to notice the scent, though he wouldn't know of its effects until later.
 

Sky Reed

Administrator
Staff member
Joined
Jan 1, 2019
Location
Under Your Bed
At the mention of pastries, he thought at first he was talking about those bear claw, eclairs outside, but there is something sweet lingering in the air inside the shop which he doubts that he baked those goodies in this shop since this is a clothes store.

He picked up his stuff, at the mentions of pickpockets and vandals, he grew a little weary but since the man is going to lock the shop he drew a sigh of relief and followed him.

This is not his first time being fitted, so he started to remove his coat and looked in the mirror at Braxton. "If you could make them loose, I like a room in my shirts since sometimes the weather sometimes is not agreeable, I don't want them clinging to me when it gets too hot. " he commented.

Now it really is odd, that the sweet lingering scent followed them there. "Your pastries smell so good, don't mind if I snag some eclairs," he said, smiling.
 
Status
Not open for further replies.
Top Bottom