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Marcos walked in first, before Paris followed. Every single thing there looked expensive, which wasn't a big deal for him, but they weren't in a normal clothes section.

It was a lingerie section. Not just with underwear and corsets and revealing clothes. He could clearly see the whip, gags, ropes, handcuffs, dildos hanging in different places.

It was a BDSM lingerie section.

He turned to Marcos now, who was still scrolling through his phone, like it didn't matter where they were, which in that moment made Paris lose his patience and swipe it from his hand.

"Hey!" The look on his face was furious, which was almost comical for Paris considering he looked too cute to be taken serious. Like an angry puppy that could just yip at your heels. "Give me back my phone."

"This is obviously the reason you're acting like there's a stick in your ass," He said, putting it in his pocket. "So I'd be holding unto it for a while."

Marcos stared at him like he couldn't believe he'd do that. "You can't do