Part 1: The Asshat

Alright so there I was standing in this store looking at this shirt at the sixty linden sale and I get bumped. Now usually I have my friends only turned on and my lovely bitch bumper and let it be. But today for some odd reason I didn't have my friends only on and my explosion bumper was on. SO when I was bumped a loud explosion happened and I was left as a pile of bones. With a laugh in my head at how many people were screaming in local chat, I went back to my normal shopping, looking at the shirt options making sure it fit my body, hating the fact they have 30 options of the same shirt, and not even a single fat pack. 

Ding-Ding

An IM comes through with an eye roll and a sigh. I look at the profile icon and open the message. "Hi, I'm sorry to bump you. I didn't mean to kill you and I definitely didn't mean to have you burnt to the bones." I stared at the message, sighed, and mumbled the words "a chatter". 

After a few moments, I responded, "No biggie it's just a bumper I'll be back alive in no time, have a good day." I close the chat hoping it will be the end of it and finally decide on picking the lime green shirt. I've been trying to choose different colors and get out of my comfort zone. 

Ding-Ding

Another IM and of course it's the same profile icon. While I wait for the IM to come through I tp out and go to the next store. As soon as I land the IM comes through while everything rezzes. "I hope so I would hate to not see you again." And boom another cheesy asshat trying to flirt or give their best pick-up line. 

I click the x closing the box.

Finally, everything rezzed in and I see the lovely yellow sign on the sofa that I want, and blocking the vendor is the cheesy asshat. 

Ding-Ding

I'm really starting to wish at this point that I could turn off messages because now I just wanna shop. It's my first weekend. I am not busy and someone just wanna keep starting chats. I roll my eyes as I open the chat before he finishes typing and I click the profile button to do a little investigation. 

I rarely open profiles since I usually keep conversations short and sweet. Married. Loyal. Faithful. I scuff at those words scattered across the about section of the profile. In the corner of my eye, I see the message come through as I click to the Picks of his profile. 3 tabs. "My Wife", "My Life", "My Future". Another message pops up and I move the profile window to the side to read the messages. 

"I'm starting to think we need to shop together since you have great style and I like what I see."

"You seem like the type to check out profiles before responding. I will give you a few minutes before I teleport you to the next store."

Who does this dude think he is. I mean really stop being cheesy. I roll my eyes and respond. 

"I'm good maybe call your wife I'm sure she would love to share her opinion on your shopping trip."

Silence. He moves from the vendor and I complete my purchase and go to the next store. 

Some hours later I visit an adult store. My favorite. The store is set to a lock group where you have to pay to get into the store inworld. It's a safe place for all the freaks of the grid. They want you to be enticing, they want to see your inner freak release. It's truly the only store where they invite you to be naked while you shop.

I land at the landing point and walk forward. It has a dressing room on the side if you want to change your outfit in a more private way. Sometimes I like to just see what I might get into. 

I sit on the pose stand and wait for the message and pick a number and wait for the package to be sent. While I wait for the package to unpack I realize how much I love this store. If you choose to use the dressing room they give you an outfit to wear that's exclusive and changes by the day.  Today was a red barely nothing lace outfit with a gold lace eye mask. I find my body size and change my fit and take a few pictures in the dressing room before walking out and into the store.

Ding-Ding

Now I'm not arrogant but like clockwork a message as soon as I enter the store on my way to the counter to talk to the staff at the counter. Usually, it's just another customer flirting or trying to score a little playtime. I look at the profile icon to see if it was someone I remember from the last visit.

It's the asshat. I open the message and a paragraph is what is taking over the chat window. Before I started to read the message I realized he was standing to the side of me in red leather pants showing his moisturized body and chocolate skin and with a gold lace leash holder in hand. It was kind of hard to keep my eyes off the pants since it was barely covering anything. I roll sigh slightly, not so much bothered about his repeated occurrence anymore or that I have to read another cheesy message but that I kind of was curious about the paragraph that this cheesy, vendor blocking, stalking, married man left in my messages.

The message.