Here and There

The Konohagakure Market District.

It was territory that Ikomiki was very closely familiar with. Even before she had a name for it to put together with the image she knew very clearly what it was. As just a kitten, first exploring the urban jungle of Konohagakure, that young Ikomiki had known from the very moment she laid eyes upon this land that she was seeing something incredible. Market stalls, swarthy merchants dressed in silks and gems selling carpets. Men from the countryside with well worn hands selling their produce. It was a labyrinth of indoors and outdoors that stretched into each other, where anyone was able to sell their wares. All of it crammed together into this primary street, every square inch felt as though it was fought over as prime territory amongst these squabbling traders. Maybe to them it represented something simple, like real estate or business opportunities or whatever. All just different words for money. But the little girl who had come here so long ago had seen excess for the first time. The sheer luxury of humans and their material possessions. Even with all her power, thinking of herself as a dangerous animal in the wild, she was still only a little girl back then. Her ribs had been showing, dirty and scrawny. Every meal was a dangerous fight, and she had not a single possession to call her own. But here…

Many times as a child she had gorged herself on just the excess waste that people left lying around, or simply stole what she needed to be happy. And nobody had ever noticed the difference as far as she could tell. There was so much, more than the bounty of a thousand thousand forests like the one which she had called her home. But today she didn’t need to be satisfied with petty theft or rooting around in the trash.

Now she had a rich boyfriend who could buy her nice things!

Her hand was rather closely clutched around Akihiro’s, holding his hand so that their fingers would be intertwined. After what had happened recently between the two of them she had become rather… Physically demanding. It was rare now that there were moments that Akihiro could spend without her grabbing a hold of him in some way, almost always without asking first. Just merely holding his hand was rather light on what had become normal as well. Normally she would be holding him tighter, pressing his arm against her chest… But the fact that they were in a crowd perhaps dissuaded her a bit from that more intimate level of affection.

All the men and women, shinobi and merchants and civilians, blended into one object. A single crowd, a single sound. Her eyes scanned around it all, the various shops both indoors and outdoors. Despite the fact that she was holding his hand it was more like she was holding onto him to lead him around, pulling Akihiro this way and that way as whatever shiny bauble caught her eye to stare at for a few moments before moving onto the next thing that piqued her curiosity. Finally…

Pointing over to one of the shops at the edge of the corner, she would turn back to Akihiro with a silent stare. It was some sort of women’s clothing store, just by the looks of it. Mannequins lined the front of the store, being on display behind panes of glass window.

“Can we go there?”

Off all things that happened in the market perhaps the one Akihiro liked the most were the different scents. He wasn't sure they got to Ikomiki the same way they got to him, but all scents were a marvel in the market district. Spices he had never tried were often being sold, but it wasn't just that. The unrolling of carpets brought from different lands, the cauldrons boiling with mead bases and soups for clients to try, the blacksmith's forge adding a touch of silvery smoke to the air. It all felt so alive! Akihiro hadn't hesitated when Ikomiki requested the two of them came here. Well he rarely ever hesitated in accepting her requests but this one was special in a way that had him looking forward to it like a child looks forward to visiting the toy store.

In a way Akihiro had always had the best of everything, but it was also all custom made and delivered to the Uchiha Clan district. Shopping wasn't really a thing for the upper Uchiha clansmen and it was in fact considered beneath them. So Akihiro had basically accepted that fact and rarel ever came to the market district for the simple fact that he risked a reputation hit if he was found here too often. With Ikomiki tho he'd be seen as just another lucky man walking around with his girlfriend. And he considered himself indeed a lucky man. Who wouldn't, having Ikomiki grabbing their hand like that?

With every stop at each new stall he would only lament not having enough time to look at everything before being dragged away to the next one. But perhaps this was a good thing, considering they'd spend the entire day there if they spent the time Akihiro wanted to spend at each stall. At one point he'd had a spoon right next to his mouth to try a particularly well smelling but of questionable appearance bubbling soup before he was comically dragged out into the crow again. A tiny heartbreak, which was immediately mended by knowing who was dragging him away. The crow itself wasn't really important or concerning since it wasn't like Ikomiki was going to let go of him anyway.

He'd been distracted by a juggler spitting fire when he noticed she was staring at him, and pointing somewhere. His eyes followed the trail of her finger. A clothing store? Akihiro had never been one to care much for what he was wearing. He'd usually wear black but that was only bec-well, that's a story for another time.

"Sure, let's go!" He'd say enthusiastically regardless, blinded by the opportunity to make Ikomiki happy he hadn't even noticed this was a clothing store for women only.

The slight jingle of the bell as they walked in, a rather common occurrence for stores, was something that immediately caught her attention. What had originally been barging into the store excitedly became them standing in the doorway, Ikomiki slowly positioning the door back and forth to repeatedly ring that little bell up at the top of the doorway, all while peering curiously up at it. Apparently she was rather easily entertained, as the annoying display continued for a few moments until the entire contents of the store seemed to be bearing their eyes down on the catgirl. Not that something so petty would make her change her actions, it was simply that her attention had moved on to other things instead.

The inertia returned, and she would prowl into the store as if she owned the place. The interior was nothing special — Mannequins dressed in different outfits spread out throughout the store on little platforms to be easily visible, various racks of clothing aligned all throughout the store with most against the walls. It was one of those trendy sort of places where people went if they wanted to indulge in the latest fashion. Full of overly nice interior designing like the luxurious looking carpets that lined the floor and a low mood lighting. Even just analyzing the face of that employee who had been glaring at Ikomiki, the woman’s face was written over with that haughty, stuck-up snobbish sort of look. The sunglasses she had been wearing were hanging down on her face, low on her nose so she could look at the pair who just entered without their lenses in the way. A good thing, especially since they were indoors in rather low lighting so she wouldn’t be able to see through them anyway.

But Ikomiki was ignorant of all that social context. She was too caught up with staring at the different outfits along the rack, leaning in close. It seemed that beyond just the trendy stuff this store was selling all sorts of things. Cosplay costumes, underwear, outfits that were maybe a few seasons old… Although it did seem almost entirely focused on women’s clothing, with the exception of a few suits and a very underdeveloped men's section.

“I can try things on, right?” She would peer back at Akihiro, questioning for a moment if what she assumed was true really was correct. Thanks to him she could read the signs that said ‘Changing Room’, but part of it seemed too good to be true. Maybe a little bit of her girlier side was coming out here, especially with the sparkle in her eyes when she looked at him. A few different things would be pulled out quickly, held under her arm while she prowled around looking like a scavenger for whatever she thought might be cute to try on.

Akihiro would follow Ikomiki into the store and for the first time she would let go of his hand to go off exploring by herself. Well not after a stare down with the shop door's ring bell, one which Akihiro found nothing short of adorable. Whether she was easily entertained or legitimately curious about how the device worked he could not tell, but she seemed happy and that was more than enough. He would glance around the store. The male section was mostly a corner, very poorly taken care of as was usual with these types of stores. It didn't matter anyway, since he really wasn't the type of guy to pay a lot of attention to the clothes he wore. Ikomiki on the other hand seemed to be marveled at the store, going from shelf to shelf and looking at new outfits before Akihiro even had a chance to answer her question. With that in mind, he would remember the location of this store.

"Yep, that's what the Changing Room is for!" He'd tell her. Initially he was just following behind but when he noticed a woman staring at them suspiciously he activated the Sharingan for a split of second, signalling the lady who they were. That brought an entirely different expression to her face in such a shocking manner that Akihiro found himself pondering the worth of arranging internships with saleswomen for ninjas who wanted to learn how to display emotions to fool their enemies.

Alas, when he glanced back at Ikomiki she was already somewhere ahead, taking yet more clothes from shelves. Akihiro decided to do the same- not find clothes for himself, but for her. He was already here, he might as well have some fun! And playing dress up with Ikomiki sounded all kinds of fun, especially because she'd need to undress often as well.

"Through here please!" A voice would call for them, a woman clerk signalling them to follow her through a curtain behind which they'd find a private changing room. Akihiro would glance at Ikomiki and attempt to signal her but he'd overdone it and found himself holding too many clothes to be able to signal anything with his arms. It was strange for him to be excited about this but the thought of Ikomiki trying on all these sorts of clothes made him pick all sorts of outfits, from cheer leading to classic business outfits he took them all. So he'd signal her with his eyes and voice instead. "Found anything you like? We got a changing room ready." He would say, sounding perhaps more eager than he'd meant to.

He would follow the lady hoping Ikomiki would trail behind him. After the curtain he would find a luxurious space, perhaps more luxurious than one would expect from this store but Akihiro decided it would be best to just enjoy the space and not ask questions. He couldn't risk getting kicked out of the store, not at this point! Red velvet seemed to rule this division, with couches placed against walls and pillows of various sizes neatly placed over a surprisingly detailed carpet. Other than red, gold was also present in the room. Traces of golden patterns filled the walls, going from window to window in curly motions. Considering it was hidden behind a curtain Akihiro had expeced this place to be poorly illuminated, but it was the opposite- with several windows it actually had more natural light than anywhere else inside the store. The one strange thing about the room was a door on the opposite side of the curtain.

"I'll be right outside if you need me." The woman would say with a big smile before closing the curtain.

Ikomiki was quick to seize the moment now that she was given permission, a large stack of clothing growing in her arms. It seemed that she had just been grabbing things at random. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity after all. Wasn’t it? At least, to her it was. Never before had she been allowed such a privilege, so she was going to treat it as if this would be the first and last time she was ever allowed to do something so wonderful. Once that voice called for them she would follow behind, but only after Akihiro rather than taking the lead herself. Even in this setting she wasn’t the sort to take orders from anyone from him, even if it was in such an innocent situation as this. Being told what to do by anyone else was enough to put a little chip on her shoulder.

She would nod enthusiastically in response to his question though, the sparkling in her eyes never having stopped. “I did. I’ve never seen so much clothing in my life. For so long I’ve only had that one dress and a few other things… I didn’t know it was normal to have so many different outfits.” That dress of hers, one which she had retired in favor of the more casual jeans and sweater getup she more commonly wore now, was basically torn to shreds from years of wear and tear. The fact that she often wore it into combat situations as well basically didn’t help much either. It was only really by necessity that she stopped wearing it, considering how ratty and gross it was at this point.

The room they were led to was as luxurious as the rest of the store had been, with the addition of a bit of privacy for the two. Red velvet… If it wasn’t for the fact that she had her arms full she would have gotten on her hands and knees to feel the fabric out with her palms. So many curious things were in this world of humans, and she discovered more and more of them every day.

Finally getting privacy, the woman would leave, and Ikomiki would place the treasure trove she had hauled off on one of the couches to rest, and finally she would be free to get down and feel out the carpet with her fingers. It was a temptation she couldn’t resist.

“This place is pretty fancy.” She would murmur once she finally was satisfied, standing up. “Are there lots of places in Konoha like this? I think… It would be nice to have more than three outfits, from now on.”

Looking down at the cluster that she had picked, together with what Akihiro had selected, Ikomiki wouldn’t wait long. She would undress without much thought, despite the fact that Akihiro was literally right beside her. In only a few moments she would be naked, her old outfit carelessly thrown aside.

…

Spoiler:

The first outfit was rather innocent. A pair of .. Well, incredibly short shorts were the main draw. Anyone would be able to see a good portion of her butt if they looked. Plus, due to the stockings and the shirt that she wore there was the combination of her thighs on display and an emphasized midriff, one that drew all attention right to her mid-section with all that skin clearly visible. That being said there wasn’t anything that bad about it, it was fairly innocent as far as most things went. It wouldn’t be that uncommon to see girls in the village in similar outfits.

She would strike a small pose, looking at Akihiro and waiting for judgement. “This is nice and comfortable… It feels easy to move around in too. What do you think? I could wear clothing like this out on missions, or something.”

Akihiro would place his own pile on a nearby couch following the ancient tradition of piling up clothes on a chair or similar kind of furniture. He would then turn to find himself staring at Ikomiki's butt while she ran her fingers throughout the carpet. He supposed it was normal considering she'd spent most of her life out in the woods. Truth to be told he too had wanted to run his fingers through the luxurious tissue but had refrained to do so without thinking because this wasn't something normal people did. They were alone now tho, and they definitely weren't normal people. So he crouched down and looked the carpet, touching it with his own fingers. "No, I'm pretty sure even in Konoha only a lucky few are able to afford this sort of fancy decorations." Of course he was including himself in this group but even to Akihro this all looked like a bit too much to put on display.

He would raise his gaze from the carpet back to her, only to find her completely naked in front of him. Ikomiki was used to being naked, that much he knew. But still the Sparrow couldn't help but have his mind filled with lewd thoughts even if for just a moment before he realized she'd also said something else. "Well I'm pretty sure we can afford more than three outfits now, so feel free to choose more." He'd say, perhaps making a mistake but not giving much thought to his words instead taking in the view in front of him. He'd rise from his crouched position and take a seat on one of the comfy couches, then laying on his side. The couch could be a bit too much in appearance but it was certainly very comfortable and its size allowed Akihiro to rest his head on his hand while he placed en elbow on a pillow. He would watch as Ikomiki put on her outfit.

"I like it, it looks good on you! " It really did, and despite all the strange and colorful clothes they'd both brought in she had managed to combine the colors in an appealing way. It wasn't something Akihiro knew much about, the conjugation of colors and the appeal of outfits. He could easily tell whether he liked a combination or not but the act of combining these items effectively was beyond eve his genius and was a headache he liked to avoid. With Ikomiki picking the combinations of clothes tho, his task was made much easier. "Hmmm, do you think the stockings might rip easily while out on missions? It'd be a shame." The ever practical Akihiro almost wanted to get closer and touch the tissue himself to test its resilience but considering Ikomiki was wearing it on her legs he knew exactly where that would lead to, so he held off on that.

“Ripped stockings wouldn’t be a big deal. As long as they don’t get caught on anything. And… I think they sort of look nice when they’re a little ripped. With little holes around them in the thighs…” She would poke at her own thighs now, pressing the tip of her index finger down into the flesh a little, as if imagining what she just described. Not that she would rip and tear open these stockings here just for that, especially when she didn’t technically own them yet, but still it was nice to think about it. She would stand up a bit straighter, looking down at her thighs and midsection now. “What do you think? Do you like stockings?” The edges of those denim shorts would be played with a bit, pinching that string between her fingers idly. She felt a little bit like a model here, even if it was just for her boyfriend. It was a nice feeling, one that she could get used to. While she had never really been shy about nudity or her body in the past, not caring about or noticing when people looked her way, something about this was undeniably pleasant now. She wanted him to look at her like that.

“Hold on a second, let me look for something else…”

And then, without much waiting, she would strip out of the outfit she had been in entirely. Well, near entirely. Really all she would do is take off those shorts and that top she had been wearing, leaving herself entirely in just her underwear. A pair of panties, stockings, and a bra… She would turn to look at Akihiro, looking down at herself again now.

“What’s the point of wearing these things? I know everyone does it. I remember seeing you wear those little shorts underneath all your other clothing.” Reaching for her own chest, she would grab at that bra and sort of gently rub at the surface, frowning a bit as she did. “It just seems like a pain. It makes my chest all sore too, since it’s tight… It feels like it's digging in, a little bit.” The fact that she had chosen a bra that didn’t properly fit her wasn’t something she had the sort of experience with human society to really understand, and honestly it would probably be something Akihiro didn’t quite understand either.

for a moment Akihiro wondered whether she would poke holes in the stockings or not. But aparently not even Ikomiki was oblivious enough to shred clothing she didn't yet own. Regardless he had to see her point, shred stockings did have their charm. "Well I wouldn't wear them, but yes I do like to see them on you." He chuckled a bit, truth to be told he liked to see pretty much anything on her but his favorite outfit was definitely the one she was born in...Otsutsuki were born naked, right? Akihiro thought that was a fair assumption, but even so he kept this last thought to himself. There was still a lot he didn't know about Ikomiki's family from another world and to be honest he doubted he would find out more about them anytime soon. It didn't matter tho, because he loved her despite whoever her family was. Akihiro's family on the other hand would definitely want to meet this girl who had been spending so many nights at his place... He'd kept the relationship as low profile as he could for the moment, but Ikomiki didn't exactly go unnoticed with her cat-like features and sooner or later his direct family would want to meet her. Akihiro dreaded that day, not because of Ikomiki but because of his own family. Alas, families could be complicated, and for a moment he found himself feeling glad he didn't have to meet Ikomiki's. One stressful reunion with one of their families was certainly more than enough for the Uchiha.

His thoughts evaporated quickly as Ikomiki stripped herself into only wearing underwear. There was something inherently sexy about it which pushed his buttons into feeling his own underwear had just tightened up a little. He was sort of used to Ikomiki being naked, he'd learned long ago the woman had no issues with nudity and that such an attitude towards that state was simply part of her natural way of seeing the world. Underwear however, was something else entirely. The bra and panties she wore allowed Ikomiki to reveal a lot, but not reveal everything. Parts of her skin remained covered, which drove a deep desire into Akihiro to uncover them. Unfortunately now was not the time for such things, so Akihiro simply endured the state he was in at the moment and mentally forced himself to remain on that couch.

"Well, I'm not sure. I wear those 'little shorts' because I've done so my whole life and it just feels oddly weird to not be wearing them. Some people wear underwear because it's sexy too. There's a certain... mystery, to covering parts of your body. The bra is supposed to support your chest, altho...I think you might have picked the wrong size there, Iko. " He tried to be gentle in telling her that but in reality it was kind of both funny and adorable at the same time so he needed to try hard in order to contain the laughter...which he managed to keep inside him.

"You understand the appeal of wearing nice clothing better than I do... Try to find a better suiting pair and see if underwear does not cause you to feel the same appeal." He'd suggest.

The bra would be removed the moment that it seemed Akihiro was finished examining her. After all, as much as she was doing this for herself, she was also doing it for him. Of course she liked feeling pretty, but it meant a lot more if someone else could see her in these cute outfits, and think the same. It would fall to the floor without much fanfare, kicked to the side with a bit of a frustrated look. The sides of her chest, right above her armpits, would be rubbed at gently, arms crossed over her chest as she did. Maybe she was just better off without those. Maybe. Or she’d just have to find someone to help her pick the right size, or something. Either way, that was a problem for another day. The way Ikomiki picked out clothing that fit her was generally just by eyeballing it and usually she ended up being right in her assumptions. Not this time, apparently. And since she had failed once she now had no desire to try again.

The underwear would follow, but for a different reason. Rather than just discard it like the bra had been, she would move to try on a different set. A different set of stockings would be slid on, this time the slightly translucent nylon type. Together with garterbelt that would hold it all up, around her midsection. It was all black, a rather uncharacteristically sexy and mature sort of lingerie for Ikomiki. Looking back over her shoulder, she would take a glance towards Akihiro, wordlessly looking for his reaction. Of course, she was standing so that her butt was faced towards him. It wasn’t any accident, and now Ikomiki was watching his expression carefully to see where his gaze went. And if his eyes weren’t right on her butt, then she would probably end up pouting a bit. That tail of hers curled slightly, shifting out of the way as she showed off the goods. With still no bra on her back would be bare, only partially obscured by her flowing silver hair which hung down.

“Is this sexy?” She would ask, completely innocently. Of course she had expectations and hopes for his answer, but that didn’t take away from the innocence in her tone. Being so utterly used to nudity, she was ignorant of just how her body provoked lust in Akihiro.

Regardless of his answer, or if he answered at all, Ikomiki would take a step backwards and take a seat on Akihito’s lap. Or well, since he was laying down on the couch, really she would just sit on him. Aligning her butt to sit down over his thighs and crotch, as if she were sitting on his lap. Crossing one leg over the other, she would look down at the rest of the pile.

“What kind of clothing is sexy?” She focused on that one word he used, obviously understanding what it meant but maybe not having the fullest grasp over it.

Akihiro was glad she took off the bra for a variety of reasons. Not just because of the obvious one, which of course is that it was clearly tight and hurting her but also because it somehow indulged his desire of removing whatever was covering her skin although he would have preferred to have done the deed himself. Regardless he would keep an eye on her as she went through te clothes spread around until she found a new piece of underwear. Akihiro subtly raised an eye brow, he had definitely not picked that one for her as much as he was looking forward to seeing her in it.

If there were any buttons pushed before when he couldn't see what the clothes were covered, those buttons were absolutely smashed to oblivion when this set allowed him to see through but just enough so that he could see a little but not enough to for him to be satisfied. The pose she chose wasn't random either, that much he knew. But his eyes wouldn't stop at her butt, in fact they'd run all over her legs and back before fixating finally on her butt cheeks and what was slightly lower in between her legs. He resisted the temptation of activating the Sharingan just to get a clearer picture, but not by much. He paused for a moment and that was his mistake because before he could give her an answer she was sitting on him and would obviously be able to tell the condition he found himself in.

"Yes, and there's your answer." He'd say nonetheless, placing a hand on her leg just above the stockings she was wearing. "It's not the clothes that are sexy," he would say, realizing his poor choice of words had inducted her into error "it's you. The clothes just help making that even more obvious. Do you like thos-" Akihiro was interrupted by a loud bang as a door on the opposite side of the room from which they'd entered opened and a woman came out carrying a large box.

"THANK YOU, I'LL BE GOING NOW!"

She'd stop for a moment, looking at Akihiro and Ikomiki for a second before blushing a lot and running out of the room through the entrance where Akihiro and Ikomiki had come from. At the opposite side on the newly opened door however, stood a short old lady aided by a cane.

Spoiler:

"Oh? I didn't know we had any more costumers this afternoon. It's so rare to get people on this part of the store that I'm always surprised to see new faces. And oh my, you youngsters certainly do not waste any time, do you? Well come on in then... you can do that at home."

She found her answer, more than satisfied by the tent in Akihiro’s pants. Feeling it out with her but as she sat over his lap was enough to give her a rather prideful, satisfied smirk on her face. Hilariously out of place for a more normal person, but Ikomiki was Ikomiki. She wasn’t ignorant to how he looked at her in that moment either. It was a nice reward for her efforts here, one which she was more than eager to repeatedly attempt to earn. Hopefully this wasn’t an activity that Akihiro would get bored of over time, because this would hopefully only be the first of many similar dress up sessions.

“Why don’t you activate your Sharingan?” She would tease, an especially smug look on her face as she looked back at him. Watching his eyes on her. “It helps you see better, doesn’t it?” Of course, Akihiro could see her butt whenever he wanted, so it wasn’t like there wasn’t urgency in this particular situation, but seeing him use his Dojutsu just to look at her butt and legs would be enough to make her laugh. She really wanted to see it happen.

And with his hand now on her upper thigh, above where the stockings ended, a sound similar to a purr would roll out of Ikomiki’s throat. Her own hand would lay down over his, resting gently in a doubled up sign of possessiveness.

The moment the bang came though. Well, the woman who was rushing out was lucky that Ikomiki was in such a state of undress. Had she any weapons on her they likely would have been shoved reflexively into that lady’s throat. Instead the unfortunate passerby would just receive a dangerous glare. Maybe Ikomiki would try and remember her face. Not that she minded other people seeing her naked, obviously. But interrupting such an intimate moment with Akihiro obviously necessitated revenge.

“I thought the purpose of changing rooms was so that other people couldn’t barge in on you when you were naked.” She would deadpan, unimpressed. The mood was ruined now, and with a slight pout she would stand up off her position overtop of Akihiro’s tented trousers. The still barely dressed cat girl would place a hand on her hips as she looked over to the old hag who interrupted them. Then her eyes would flicker back down to Akihiro for a moment, before she would let out a small sigh and do as she was told.

“Fine. Does this mean our time is up? Oh well.” Not seeming to really understand what was happening, Ikomiki seemed to assume that it was time to pay or something along those lines. Still wearing only those stockings, garterbelt, and panties, the topless woman would shamelessly pass through that newly opened door and into the secret room it had hid.

As she suggested he used his Sharingan to see better Akihiro couldn't help but remember the lessons he was taught back when he was training his Dõjutsu. "The Sharingan isn't meant to be used to play around" well, the temptation to use the Sharingan to not only play around but mostly fool around had never been greater. He resisted it only barely, but only because he knew he had the ability to perfectly recall any image he'd seen before. And every image of Ikomiki, especially this one, was carefully put away in specific corners of his mind.

The interruption was rather unpleasant however, and Akihiro would find himself reflexively answering Ikomiki's first comment. "No you're right, that should be the purpose of changing rooms." He wasn't as obviously mad as she was, or at least that emotion wasn't reflected by a glare on his eyes. Rather he was annoyed which placed a apathetic look on his face instead. The woman carrying the box however paid them little mind and hurried to disappear behind the curtain. The whole thing was incredibly suspicious although Akihiro couldn't exactly tell why. The woman's behaviour made him feel like she was smuggling something but on the other hand she didn't seem to have been trained as a shinobi which begged the questiom: Who the hell hires a civilian to smuggle items in or out of a shinobi village? Catching the woman and finding out for sure would be trivial for either of them, or for a Genin even.

The old lady's words caught him off guard. They were being...invited in? Akihiro raised an eye brow, glancing at the curtain. Was this a trap? If so it was a very poor one, as they hadn't exactly cut out any means of escape from their supposed victims. Alas, he would take Ikomiki's hand and lead her towards the door, past the woman. Perhaps he was being careless but many times did his curiosity get the best out of his cautious side. And with Ikomiki next to him Akihiro had very little to fear, he was sure.

What he found when he crossed the door was beyond his imagination tho. He'd been expecting perhaps a chemical factory usd to produce drugs, a gang hideout, a secret weapons stash even but...these weapons were far too phallic to be considered weapons.

The red velvet from the previous room continued into what was at first sight looked like a traditional store. The floor was made out of dark wood, but the shelves wheremany items were on display were black decorated with a series of red drawings so detailed Akihiro found himself wondering if any shinobi could avoid blushing in this situation. He certainly did, a little. The old woman would get behind the counter and stare at Ikomiki for a second.

"Well go ahead honey, take a look around. I'm sure you'll both find something you like."

The red velvet of the changing room never really ended, making the transition from their previous location to this new secret zone seamless. It was like they never really left. Instead this secret shop felt like a natural extension of their previous location. Like they found some secret zone in a video game by attacking a false wall, and now they were in a hidden shop location that was put in the game as an easter egg by the creators. Not that Ikomiki would understand that sort of thought process, but she didn’t think much of anything as she walked into the new room, the seamless transition satisfying her mind. Being invited in so casually by that old woman too made her entirely unworried, which was a worrying thing in itself. Perhaps this exposed her as the sort of naive person who would easily get into bad situations without thinking too hard by simply not understanding how shady things were.

“I thought the clothing store was at the front. Why is there another store in the back? Were we directed here on purpose, or something?” She would state that blankly, looking at that old woman for a second before shrugging her shoulders and going off. The fact that she had been in the process of changing, just wearing a pair of stockings and garterbelt with her panties (and thus no top), might have been something that would have been cause for concern in a normal shop but here it somehow managed to fit the setting. Not that the old woman or Akihiro seemed to mind it. The fact that for some reason they were both alone together in this ‘shop’ probably mitigated some of the social aspects of it as well.

Ikomiki’s eyes would scan the contents of a shelf. Slowly as she began to realize what she was looking at her eyes would narrow. Carefully she would reach out, picking an object off that shelf. At first it was to inspect it more closely, holding it in front of her face as if she needed a close up look to confirm what it was, but after a few seconds of that she would turn over to Akihiro. In her hands would be a red dildo, which she would shove uncomfortably close to his face.

“Akihiro, they’re selling severed penises here. Why would people buy these?” She would question, an amused look on her face. “Is this some sort of joke?”