Anathema jerked awake, a little pool of drool on her counter. That was a close one -- a few more seconds and she would have fallen from her convenient perch, elbows propped lazily against the register and her head smushed against an unconscionably large, sturdy dildo.<br/><br/>Anathema, or Ana for short, worked in the Dragon Town Cream Shop, an 'adult appliances establishment' that had been losing cash steadily over the past three years, since the previous owner died. Ana didn't own the place -- hadn't even gotten a raise in a year -- but the current owner had yet to fire her for expenses. As it was, she was the only real reason that anyone still came to the place. She was counter-candy and she was okay with that. It paid her bills, and selling anal beads to well-groomed pencil-pushers lost its shock-value after a staggeringly short amount of time.<br/><br/><img alt="[​IMG]" class="bbCodeImage LbImage" data-url="http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2011/030/8/a/raine_v_by_sircreeper-d38cxpy.jpg" src="http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2011/030/8/a/raine_v_by_sircreeper-d38cxpy.jpg" style=""/><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>