There's a lot he's curious about, yet at first he hesitates, not even taking another step forward. Then he reminds himself of the hard facts: Jade may own him and Jade may have made him do things that are considered unacceptable, but especially when it comes to sex, Shinjirou trusts him. Not with his past, not with his friends, but with his body, entirely.

Realizing that, he wanders into the shop, letting his eyes travel here and there, hands reaching out to touch -- leather, latex, glass, wood, plastic. It's surprising how many different materials and with that, how many different textures his fingertips brush over. "I guess you already have some of this kind of stuff at home?"

When his gaze passes over a whip, he turns away, cheeks reddening. He isn't even sure if his pleasure in that situation had been sexual. Instead of pondering his mind's crooked state, he picks up a chain of colorful balls. They're smooth to the touch. He licks his lips, imagining where they're supposed to go. "Most guys I've been with weren't too big on toys."