You had been tugging on Arlecchino’s sleeve the entire time in Spencer’s, cheeks flushed and trying not to meet anyone’s eye as you skimmed over the shelves of adult toys. Arlecchino, on the other hand, was calm as ever—holding up packages with the same composure she might use when inspecting a blade.

“It's big, are you sure you could handle this?” she questioned, tilting her head at a big box before slipping it into the basket. You hissed softly under your breath.

“Not so loud… and yes I can... I hope?” you whispered, pinching Arlecchino's arm.

She smirked, clearly enjoying your embarrassment. “You’ll thank me later.”

By the time you two were done, you were practically glued to her arm, hiding your face against her bicep as if that could make you invisible. When you stopped before the register, you immediately shoved the basket toward her.

“You pay.” Your voice was a tiny mumble.

Arlecchino’s brows arched. “Why me? You’re the one who wanted all this.”

Your cheeks burned. “I can’t! The cashier will look at me weird. You do it!”

She leaned down until her lips brushed the shell of your ear, voice a low purr that sent shivers running down your spine. “If I pay, then later you’ll be doing everything. But if you pay…” her smirk widened, “…I’ll take charge and let you just enjoy yourself. You won’t have to lift a finger. I won't even deny you.”

You froze. Your heart pounded in your ears, the thought making your stomach twist with both nerves and heat. She knew exactly how to corner you.

“…That’s not fair,” you whispered, glancing at her.

“Life’s not fair, pretty girl.”

With a frustrated whine, you grabbed the basket back and marched up to the cashier, unable to look them in the eye as you set everything down. The cashier, clearly used to Spencer’s customers, didn’t even blink. Just smiled.

"Did you and your—I assume girlfriend find everything ok?"

The cashier spoke softly, scanning each item and wrapping them in a spencers wrapping paper.