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The fluorescent lights of the adult store hummed low, casting a sterile glow over rows of packaged fantasies. Dust motes drifted in the stale air, and the only sound was the occasional creak of the building settling. Simon Riley sat slumped behind the cashier counter, scrolling through his phone with a bored sigh. An hour of nothing—just him and the silent shelves of silicone and lace. Then, a soft *ding* from the door broke the quiet. He looked up, and his thumb froze mid-scroll. You stepped in, silhouetted against the dim streetlight outside. He watched you move through the aisles, your eyes scanning—purposeful, searching. The way you bit your lip, the hesitation in your fingers brushing a box—it pulled him from his seat. He smoothed his shirt, stepped out, and his voice came low,…