Snakeskin Leather

The customer wasn't his usual sort. Ayame mentally ran through his catalogue, searching for his few leather items - ooh, that would definitely look nice, all that muscle on display - while throwing a friendly, welcoming arm around the customer's shoulders and expansively extolling the many (many many, of course, for few were so fortunate as he!) virtues of his store. "I smell snake," the customer interrupted abruptly, a small, strange smile on his face and his single yellow eye fixed on Ayame. "You must be referring to our new snakeskin range!" Ayame declared, ignoring the slight twinge in his stomach. Mine should have known better than to order in snakeskin, of all things, but waste not want not! "But snakeskin is not your thing - as one can tell by your current attire, leather is far more--" "You smell of snake," the customer said, and . . . sniffed at his neck. Ooh, that felt nice - no! Wait! That was entirely beside the point! "The leather--" Ayame tried again. "The skin of a mammal, stripped with care," the customer said, still sniffing. "Snakeskin leather . . . you're very pretty." "Of course! My beauty is unpara - no, wait, we must focus on your clothes--" The customer kissed him. Ayame decided that dressing him up in all the pretty leather outfits in the box at the back of the store could wait.

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