Zoey opened the shop door to a quiet tinkle of bells. Her long stride ate up the carpeted floor as she found the movie section. Obviously she had been here before. Tossing her long black hair over her shoulder, she leaned over to read the titles. After a small pause, she reached over to grab one. With a satisfied look, she picked it off the shelf. It wasn't extreme bondage, but it was pretty kinky. With her goal completed, she took her time looking around the shop. It was eerily empty, with only one male customer, and the... hmm.. Zoey hadn't been in here in a while, but she didn't expect to see a young woman behind the counter. Oh well, must be owned by someone else now. Zoey hoped that meant that the store wouldn't close. With her sharply angled brows drawn together, she made her way around the shop, looking for anything that had changed. With the movie in one hand, she pulled at the hem of her emerald, silk shirt, trying to let it cover her flat stomach. Well, at least she wasn't pale. Being Native American, she had a natural tan.<br/><br/>Deciding to check out the new toys, she walked over to the wall, and started picking through the exotic items for sale.