Midori was amazed how the man could just... talk. Then again, he WAS a merchant; it was what they did. Still, she could tune out some of it as she was staring at a bent-over woman's plugged asshole. The prices however stood out: two-hundred for the rope? One-hundred per plug? one-fifty for the pumps? Three-hundred for the sexual pet? Those were not cheap prices, and her wife was committed to nearly five-hundred gold's worth...<br/><br/>"Elektra..." Midori's tone carried a strong undertone, the type of thing to get her wife's attention for something more serious. "Why do you need three different plugs when they can be changed in size and function?"<br/><br/>With the Tiffany person - or was it Yolanda? Whichever one was the plugged-up slut bent over in front of her. With the woman still bent in front of her near a table, Midori rested her arms on the woman's back, using her as something of a table - something she seemed to enjoy a little, not just because of the implication either - and held her eyes with Elektra's.<br/><br/>"You have a bad habit of getting excited about these things, so I want you to think carefully about why we need so many plugs for you, okay?" she said, before glancing to Oswald again. "I also find this dream sphere to be interesting and appealing, but I wish to know more about the creature it produces before I agree to purchase. And as you can see with my excitable lover, a leash of substantial length would be useful; she does so enjoy it when I treat her so."