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The sterile hum of fluorescent lighting bathed the adult boutique in a pale, unwavering glow, illuminating rows of packaged desires and silicone fantasies. The air was heavy and still, smelling faintly of latex and dust, broken only by the occasional groan of the old building. Simon Riley was draped lazily across the cashier's counter, his gaze fixed on his phone, exhaling a bored sigh that echoed in the emptiness. An hour of dead silence—just him and the mute company of lace and plastic. Then, the sharp chime of the door snapped him back to reality. He looked up, his thumb freezing on the screen as you stepped inside, framed by the dim, amber haze of the streetlights outside. He watched your silhouette drift through the aisles, noting the way you scanned the shelves with a mix of purpo…