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[i]Ominar, Victorious Secrets
Day 3: 9-am(ish)[/i]
interacting [@13org]'s Corinna & [@Tuujaimaa]'s Nabriales[/center][hr]

Damian chuckled slightly as Corinna took his hand, some part of him wondering why he wasn't more nervous about the woman's forwardness. While he still felt a twinge of anxiety with every word and action she made towards him, it was quickly smothered by these overwhelming urges to get closer to her. This feeling urged him to bring her nearer to his side with a firm, but gentle, tug of her hand, barely noticing the slightly strange texture he could feel beneath the silken thread of her gloves. 

[color=Thistle]"Well, Ms.Corina, it'd probably be best to start with the main draw of the shop, right?"[/color] Leading her away from Nabriales, he brought her towards a rack of potions and what not that made up some of the alchemists less . . . 'hazardous' stock that he thought might suit her fancy. With a careful precision, Damian reached out to pick up a small vile of clear liquid, the glass upon it decorated with a few magical sigils that enhanced the longevity of the potions shelf-life. [color=Thistle]"Like right here, we happen to have a few examples of Mr. Nabriales' more general tinctures. Here, we have a potion that will cure any common illness within moments of consumption after a single dose, and next to it is a elixir of clarity, which helps enhance mental focus. And from what I've heard, it also makes a good cure for when you're hung-over, not that I expect a lady as refined as yourself to drink in such amounts to warrant such medications."[/color]

Moving on, Damian brought towards a section of potions that were all encased in glass bottles that held a tinge of deep red to them. This was a much larger section than the one before, with a wide plethora of options to choose from, as well a sign hanging above them. Instead of words, however, it showed a picture of two people wrapped in a loving embrace, the appearance and gender of the individuals seeming to change every time you look at it. As they approached closer, a certain scent could be smelled in the air, a light flowery scent that brought with it past memories of love and happiness, as well as darker obsessions and hedonistic endeavors to those who dabbled in such matters.

[color=Thistle]"Right here is a section of potions that have to do with passion and love. As you could probably guess, this is a rather big hit with most of the female customers that come through here, most of them being of the younger sort. Love, Lust, Obsession, you name it and we have a potion here that's related to it in someway."[/color] Reaching out, Damian pulled down a large vial that shown a bright crimson as it was hit by one of the sunbeams that streamed in through the store windows. [color=Thistle]"This one here is a bit scary, if I do say so myself. Inspires complete and utter devotion for either the first thing the person who drinks it sees, or the person who had Mr. Nabriales tie their Vis into the potion, though that service cost an extra fee."[/color] Turning towards Corinna, Damian's omni-present grin took a bit of mischievous tilt as he let go of the woman's hand, instead using it to play with the stopper just a tad.

[color=Thistle]"Can you just imagine how that would feel, Ms. Corinna? To have your entire being become one of subservience to one person, perhaps someone you don't even now, without anyway of fighting it. . . quite the scary potion isn't it, and yet. . . "[/color] With a deft twist, Damian removed the cap of the potion, letting the scent of the crimson liquid in to the air of the store. It was a warm, summery scent, one that brought images of sunny skies and wide open meadows, of peaceful days spent by the fire with a book in one hand and your love curled up next to you in the other, and most importantly, of long forgotten nights of passion and lust that came to for with a worrying intensity. [color=Thistle]"The scent of it, however, is one of the most tantalizing in the store, so much so that it makes you want to drink it right then and there, despite . . . or perhaps, because of the danger."[/color]

As Damian spoke, he brought the lip of the potion bottle closer and closer to his lips, looking like he was about to actually drink it for a moment before he ceased it right as his lips,lowering the arm so he could quickly stick the cork back in, nice and tight. [color=Thistle]"As much as I don't think I'd mind being in service to a kind and beautiful woman such as yourself, I don't think I'm ready for such a commitment at this moment."[/color]

Damian had a chuckle at his little joke, putting the vial back before going around to show Corinna several other different types of potions and the like, slowly but surely leading to them to another side of the store that she had announced some interest in earlier in, though as he drew them closer to it, the beating of Damian's heart only seemed to increase to crazy levels, almost certain that she could hear the pounding of the blood-pumping organ against his rib-cage. Not only that, but he could barely keep his eyes focused on the products he was talking about, taking longer and longer glances towards her , which served to only cause the feeling inside of him to grow more potent and demanding.

And so, after a quick speech about a group of sleeping potions of varying severities, Damian brought Corinna to the section of the store where the non-alchemical goods were kept, the most prevalent of which was the wide array of well-made and fantastically design lingerie. Instead of giving an explanation of this area, Damian merely looked Corinna up and down, the slight hunger within hsi eyes abated by a more analytical gaze, before he turned around and started shifting through the various styles.

[color=Thistle]"From what I can tell, you seem to be a fan of a more gothic styling, so if you wouldn't mind, I could pick out a few styles that might like to try on. Oh, and something to know is that while these ones are untreated, most of what you buy in this area has been treated with an aphrodisiac of some kind. Just something I thought should be mentioned, in case that sort of thing doesn't quite suit you."[/color] As he spoke, Damian already worked at picking out [url=http://t02.deviantart.net/0MnJQTmAjb81IWBwJ7YdrCr6wqw=/fit-in/700x350/filters:fixed_height(100,100):origin()/pre09/8120/th/pre/i/2015/204/b/8/fear_by_phexxie_bizarre-d92ip9f.jpg]a[/url] [url=https://d2fzf9bbqh0om5.cloudfront.net/images/362888/search/rebelsmarket_women_sexy_widow_gothic_sexy_stretch_lace_mesh_bodysuit_t_shirts_5.jpg?1468407091]few[/url] [url=http://www.everafterbridalboutique.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/Designer-Lingerie-and-Bridal-Wear.jpg]pieces[/url] that he thought might interest her. His mother had been a fashion designer of some note before she had met her father, and while she had given up that career after getting married(and a few scandals), she never stopped practicing her craft, and liek everything else, worked to beat the knowledge into Damian's head. As such, it took little more than a quick glance for Damian to be able to pick out lingerie that fit Corinna's body near exactly. 

[i][color=Thistle]Can't say I ever expected to be using this tuff, but I guess life has a strange way of surprising you.[/color][/i]