With half a grunt and half a laughing side eye, Tony shakes his head. “I’ve never been. But a dance shop won’t be open this time of night and they don’t make boots and breast plates.”
Tony might be a lot of things, but he’s not part of the kink community and he’s never gone to a shop like this before for that kind of thing. He does, however, know the proprietor of this sort of place. She’s done s lot of work for him in the past. His own past, not hers. He knows his limitations. Leather working and crafting body suits are not his forte, but they are Angel’s.
The sign on the store says it closed half an hour ago but he knows it’s not empty and so he rings the bell on the wall opposite the direction of the pull and a woman in her late sixties answers a few minutes later, eying the pair through the metal grate covering the shop window. “Yes, gentlemen?”
Tony sees no reason to hide his identity here and so he smirks and steps towards the light. “Need a favor, Angel. One we can pay for.” Good luck, Steve, if you think you can wean Tony off of his spending habit. He’s never actually had to budget before. It will be a new experience. “I have a few pieces I need crafted, two days or less. The big guy has huge calves and we can’t just go to a regular shoe store. Interested?”
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Date: 2018-08-15 01:01 am (UTC)Tony might be a lot of things, but he’s not part of the kink community and he’s never gone to a shop like this before for that kind of thing. He does, however, know the proprietor of this sort of place. She’s done s lot of work for him in the past. His own past, not hers. He knows his limitations. Leather working and crafting body suits are not his forte, but they are Angel’s.
The sign on the store says it closed half an hour ago but he knows it’s not empty and so he rings the bell on the wall opposite the direction of the pull and a woman in her late sixties answers a few minutes later, eying the pair through the metal grate covering the shop window. “Yes, gentlemen?”
Tony sees no reason to hide his identity here and so he smirks and steps towards the light. “Need a favor, Angel. One we can pay for.” Good luck, Steve, if you think you can wean Tony off of his spending habit. He’s never actually had to budget before. It will be a new experience. “I have a few pieces I need crafted, two days or less. The big guy has huge calves and we can’t just go to a regular shoe store. Interested?”