Kissing her final time, Colahr pulled away and pulled his pants back up and on to hide the nubby and well-used cock. The tailcock made a good show out of rubbing Arina's cheak, of course, the male smirking.
"I'm glad. I need some clothes, of course, for my elf slaves. A brother and a sister. I'm training the guy into a bitch, so I guess I could use two feminine outfits. I'll pay you with a discount for satisfying you and likely building a line outside... and I'll even tell you where I live so you can come and visit sometime. In case you... want more of that fun we just had."
Grabbing a pen from her counter, making sure to avoid stepping in the pile of fluids, and quickly grabbed a discarded price tag to write down his address. Reaching forward to slide it between her tits, he motioned with his head toward the large display of clothes.
"I need help picking out what I want, though... elf design isn't important... but I need something perfect that I can get for cheap that'll really pop for showing off their asses and chests. Anything you can think of?"