Remote likes places like this. Hes a big fan of internet pornography, as Seamus likely discovered once he let Remote be alone with his computers for a while...

'You need a girlfriend' Remote has been told millions of times. But theres something about telling someone to 'make friends' or 'get a girlfriend' over and over. Eventually they will take you literally. Today, Remote fully intends to get and make a girlfriend. Some assembly is sure to be required...

Remote strolls into the Sin-Bin in his usual attire. He has goggles strapped to his bald head, two days uneven beard growth on his face and neck, clunky cyber-goth boots and a trenchcoat that may or may not have been a Farscape prop at one point.

Seamus will arrive home to find Remote absent, Dorito bags and empty Mountain Dew bottles strewn everywhere, and porn playing from every available screen in the house.  After taking some time to shut all of it off, and in some cases prevent it from being done again, Seamus will go about locating remote.

2009-01-13 12:12:28 Seamus rolls 4 dice to Arete (Diff 3, coincidental corr 1, foci) 1,4,6,3 (2 successes)

It's a relatively easy task to find him, though in hindsight Seamus could have probably guessed where he would have gone anyways.

Upon entering he finds Remote behind some shelves in the back corner.

"Hey, You know, at least turn off the porn when you leave, some of us actually have a chance of bringing a girl home."

Seamus will grin and check out what Remote is looking at.

'Oh I am bringing a girl home. Aint she a beauty?'

Remote points at the object of his affection. Right now shes just a torso, with perky C-cups and a pierced navel. Remote is flipping through a digital catalog selecting the rest of her parts so she can be constructed later.

'See ive been writing a program for the last few weeks and i think with a little help...'

He gives Seamus a truly perverted grin.

'We could have a nice stepford wife around the house.'

No one hears her ascend the stairs from the basement, slipping into the ground floor store, she's far too quiet and she's also bare foot. Eddie spots her, mostly because she swings around to stand in front of his hole, nearly sticking her head in. She works here, has since its opened. Elly (short for Eleanor) is one of the special dancers, her and Dale were two of a kind, the type that were under tight regulations. But she's been permitted a quick moment upstairs, mostly because business is slow early in the night and...

"The boy slipped his bonds again." Says the girl with a roll of her eyes and a self satisfied little smirk, "I've been sent up to get some new ones.. . Is it okay if I get 'em?"

Elly is 5.4", tiny, all lithe, all tone, and not an ounce of fat on her. She's not one of the busty types, although she has a little handful, but makes up for it with a killer pert backside. The two men may get more then they bargain for on this little trip, a quick peek at what's available downstairs. As this girl, who may not even be legal, its hard to tell ages under these sort of lights, is in naught but leather cuffs around ankles and wrists with very short (re: cheeky) leather panties and straps that barely classify as a nipple cover-up. Her black hair is messed about her face and shoulders in kinks and curls. Her skin is flawless.

Getting the grunt and nod, which is about all she ever gets from Eddie in public, she pushes away from the brick wall, which she had been leaning against and wanders through the store towards the bondage section.

Pausing when she saw two men huddled over in the corner, she pushed up to the balls of her feet, balancing on her toes as she peeked over the shelves at where they stood whispering.

Her gaze flicked to Eddie, quickly, and towards the nearest hidden camera spot...

She quickly snatched some of the heavy duty cuffs with thick metal links and slipped around the shelves until she was nearer the men, near enough that she could smell their (lack?) of cologne.  

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Its a definite lack. These two probably smell like leather and doritos and sautering putty. Remote will zero in on the scantily clad girl like a google search for 'XXX'. If thats the kind of girls shaking their shit downstairs Remote is really going to like this place...

'Holy hell. Marry me?'

With a slight head tilt and a nearly playful little smirk, she regards Remote with blue eyes, that are quite vivid when they catch the light. "I might..." The young woman practically purrs, "... for a price." Curling the tip of her tongue over her teeth she took a step closer, peering at whatever it is that the two of them are looking at. "What are you boys buying?"

Remote knudges Seamus, he needs to get a look at this chick. When she asks about hteir potential purpose Remote coughs, this is kind of embarrasing.

'Its uh... were checking this out.'

He stumbles, tapping at the screen where they were selecting a breast size for the 'design your own sex-doll'. There really should be some odd questions raised by two grown men buying a sex doll together...

Her gaze slides from the screen to Seamus and back to Remote, where she lets her eyes glide over his features. It makes her top teeth drag across her teeth, until the plumpness of her lip rounds again and she cocks an eyebrow at him before looking back to the screen.

"Well... " Reaching out she touched the screen as though she's used it a thousand times, and probably has. The leather around her wrists are at least an inch wide and most certainly genuine, heavy duty cuffs, none of that fluffy pink handcuff crap. They swallow her boned, very feminine, wrists. ".. do you want big ones, a nice handful, or do you like pert titties?"

Elly was quite happy to be their assistant. The boys are sure to look, she knows they are and has shifted her shoulders subtly out of the way, giving a clear view of how those straps of leather cross across her breasts, covering the nipples with the bondage harness. She could just fill a c-cup.

'I want her to fill out a dress like Tricia Helfer.'

Remote responds immediately, as if hes given this great thought beforehand. Predictably, remotes eyes drop to have a look. He will even take a moment to adjust his own posture and have a look at her backside. THis is like the best of the internet come to life.

'So you work here?'

Remote asks a question he obviously could have answered himself...

"Mmhmm." Their little doll design was now brushed off as the man took the bait. She paid him full attention instead, looking him over slowly.

Her lips purse just a fraction; thoughtful. She met his gaze slow, sly, not quite coy, and her mouth quirked at one corner. "I have to get back to work..."

The cuffs she had just came for is twirled deliberately on a finger. "You should come down and see me." Her free hand swept across to rest on a hip that she has smoothly cocked to one side, with just enough emphasis to bring out the curve there. Its such subtle things, nothing is exaggerated.

Elly's been at this game a long time; some would say its a natural talent. Eddie would. This girl could coax an Angel from Heaven with a little time and patience. Get Dale and her working together and they could make sinners of both sexes - which is why Eddie snatched them up quite some time ago. They are two of the best assets he has; as long as they don't turn on him.