Blind Date

“This looks perfect!” Octavio was brimming with excitement as he picked up an extravagant and larger-than-life rose bouquet from a premium flower shop. With work coming to a halt to celebrate Matentines, the renowned actor had decided to volunteer his time on the Church’s behalf and accept platonic blind dates so that more buns could enjoy the holidays without the pressure of hooking up or avoid the awkwardness of spending it alone. 

With beautiful purple and gold roses and a box of gourmet chocolate in tow, the gluttony bun drove through the streets of Burrowgatory to seek out a particular brothel keeper and formally ask her on a spontaneous date at the request of Oleander and some of the keeper’s sex workers. And having seen just an image of her, it would be easy to find her in a room full of prostitutes. 

As soon as he arrived at the glamorous whorehouse, Octavio was caught a bit off guard by how popular the place is even in broad daylight. There wasn’t a single bun whose eyes didn’t light up from the sight of many beautiful workers who wore more risqué clothing. But he wasn’t distracted for long after he noticed the owner from a short distance away, chattering with what he assumed were regular customers and employees.

He cleared his throat and put on a charismatic smile, he decided to approach her the moment her company dispersed with his gifts in hand.

“Good day, Madame Sundowner. My name is Octavio Bello, and I’d love to have you accompany me on a date this evening.” He asked with an air of captivating charm as he handed her the luxurious flower bouquet and a velvety box of high-quality chocolate.

What a scene it must have been. Seeing a line forming amongst the Brothel's main desk, helping lead in the bulk of amorous bunnies to varying rooms. The brothel was bustling at this time of the year. Scores of girls were either calling in from other establishments to make up for the overflow or having to take maternity leave due to the ever growing heat that overtook all of burrowgatory. Not even these professional workers were immune to the desire to procreate! Suppressants were ordered in bulk, rooms were reserved for group endeavors and overall, a loooot of money was being made. What more could a brothel ask for? 

Though..now that it came to mind, another thought came: Why would a well-groomed man such as Otavio be visiting such a place? When he entered, he clearly stuck out, bearing chocolates and flowers like he was visiting a crush! When he approached the main desk, he would be presented with a collection of girls' working papers, computers and overall sorting out the growing line outside. At its front was the Matriarch herself, clad in attire that emphasized her womanly figure well. Seems she wasn't exactly working, but she was conversing with those who had come to the front desk to reserve a sex worker. Many were led elsewhere by varying workers, most ending up being led to a series of rooms. Upon viewing Otavio, she was initially going to give him a basic pitch, offering products or to corral him to the Line.

“Hold on mister, if you want to reserve a room you need to talk t--” Camilla began, though all that fell in deaf ears when he made his request for a date. Those words came out of left field for her, causing her to cock a brow to his request. There was a moment of silence from her, but now she would let free a moothy laugh in response. Mainly from having someone having the boldness ask her for a date, but also from what he brought along. A flower was grabbed from the bouquet and she would bring it to her person, giving it a gentle sniff.

“Well Mister Bello. You certainly know how to catch a woman with her panties down, don't you? Coming into a gal's establishment and even asking her out on a date! That's hands down the most brash thing I've ever seen a man do, and I've been at this for a while. You know, I'm firmly impressed by that! Though, a date on such short notice is a bit hard, don't you think? If you don't mind taking a spot in my office while my gals freshen me up, I don't mind saying yes to the offer.” She continued, now though she leaned in close, letting a hand obscure what she was saying with a whisper.

“Take a load off while I get myself ready, yeah? As you can see, I'm caught in a bit of a bind here. I'll be ready iiiin..roughly an hour max! One of my girls will lead you to my office.” She clapped right after, and almost on cue, a scantily clad succubun came by, already leading the man by the arm away from the lobby and up the stairs

“I’ll see you soon, gorgeous.” Octavio didn’t miss a beat in complimenting Camilla even as he was nearly dragged by another doll by the arm to her embellished office that resonated with her wealth and taste for the finer things in life. He might have a poorer eye for admiring exquisite luxury items than others with similar social status. Still, even he could recognize just how pristine, refined, and alluring the office space from velvet seatings to the soft lighting that added a touch of enchantment to the atmosphere. 

After exchanging a polite farewell to the bun that guided him to the office and watching them leave, the actor approached the office desk to set the bouquet down with care. Surprisingly, it fits well with the room’s aesthetics; though his eyes caught something that piqued his interest. A photo frame was sitting on her desk, though it was facing back in his direction. With curiosity getting the better of him, Octavio awkwardly glanced behind his shoulders to see if there were any eyes at him from beyond the opened door. 

Thankfully everyone was busy working or being served by the workers to pay any attention to him at the moment. He didn’t feel great about it but he'll worry about it later. For now, he takes the opportunity to reach out to grab the frame and quickly flip it around. It was a photo of a tasteful nudity of Camillia and Oleander cuddling close to each other in what he assumed was the aftermath of their “night of fun”. As a hopeless romantic himself, Octavio couldn’t help but smile to himself as he silently wished for them to have a proper date once Oleander is free from his duties; though he doesn’t have the faintest idea of the kind of relationship the two have.

Setting the photo back in its place, he decided to take a seat on the cushioned seat and pulled out his smartphone to keep himself occupied in the meantime. Sure, he could mingle close by the office but he rather spends his time double-checking his plan for their date today to ensure that Miss Sundowner will have a good time today.

"He's a business partner you know. Can really work a lady and sell that whole Lust schtick to anyone who gets time with em." A voice cut in from behind, Camilla was entering, body clad in little more than a set of underwear while one of the many dolls was accompanying her, carrying a pretty, almost regal dress that was complimented by a assessories. She herself was busy combing her hair, approach the desk from his side while pins were set up in varying spots of her hair. Such casual skantiness was not unheard of in such a place, but for the matriarch to flaunt such a body so casually was...much. Her shape, her face, her overall energy of shameless professionalism was almost too much. She hummed, finally coming to slip into the well-fitting fabric. It looked surprisingly well on her!

"My brothels tend to collaborate with the church on holidays like this. Love and lust go hand in hand here after all, and often some buns need some way to relieve all this pent up frustration. So my girls help fill the void a lot of ladies and lads need filled, and in return, they supply us with a steady stream of supressants to keep my gals functioning." Camilla hummed, all while that same girl approached, fixing up her hair further and decorating her neck in a pretty necklace. Seems she was getting dressed in front of him, slipping on a set of comfortable heels next. The assisting girl would soon leave once her job was done to leave them in private.

"In the end, my girls are happy and i make money. Everything I do is for the sake of my business. That's the funny thing to me though! I have a business reason for doing what I do, buuuuut what about you? I've seen your work, Octavio and I've done a bit of research! What's a married man like you doing blind dates, dude? 

"Are ya doing some business for the church? Just doing some public service?"

He was startled by the sudden voice near the office entrance, as he didn’t sense Camilla's presence - let alone her company who was assisting her in dressing up. While he swiftly slipped his phone back into his pocket and stood up, Octavio continued listening to her with a keen interest in her line of work and her connection with the church. 

Even in his younger days, when he was an actor in a different industry, he had little interest in visiting a brothel as a patron. So when she was filling him in on her duties and the line of work that’s expected during this time of year, Octavio gave a nod and kept his eyes squarely on her face to avoid glancing elsewhere until she slipped into her lavish dress. 

When she finished her explanation and followed up with a question about his sudden appearance and a formal request to go out on a date, the gluttonous bun smiled again as he answered. 

“You can say that it’s both. Since some of my co-workers requested a month off to deal with their heat, the rest of us took a break as well in the meantime. But I heard that the church is struggling to find volunteers who are willing to go on platonic dates so I figured why not give it a shot myself!”

As he took a step closer toward Camilla, he reached out to take her hand in his and brought it up to his lips to plant a light kiss on the back of her head.

“That said, I heard from a certain priest and some lovely ladies that there’s a gorgeous woman who deserves a day of being spoiled so I’m here to do just that. So how about we spend the afternoon shopping to your heart’s content at Angora’s shopping center?”

Camilla watched these actions with a more aloof gaze. The gentle kiss, the flattering words, they all made a hearty laugh leave the doll while she gestured to one of the many girls who had assisted her in works. All rosy cheeked and watching them with an all the more curious expression. Camilla, with a gentle clap of the hands had caused the one at her side to scramble just behind her counter to collect what seemed to be a small looking coin purse. When it was handed to the matriarch, she would slip it juuuust into the space between her bosom til it was gone from sight. Camille would lean in close by and collect the male’s own hand, almost mirroring is actions from earlier, giving his knuckles a soft kiss in return.

“Hmmm.I accept this offer, but only if I can do the same. As you probably guessed, business has been really good as of late, so I have some spending money. Perhaps you wouldn’t mind it if your super hot date treated you to some goodies too, Riiiigiht?” Camille continued, finally bringing his palm down one again. Her girls would go ahead and pull open the front door to her office. At its front, a set of pretty heels was established for her to walk into. She led him along, slipping into her shoes just after. The hustling and bustling troupe of lust-ridden bunnies and workers came to a pause when she arrived. Many fell in awe of her appearance, and most would stare. If it wasn’t already obvious, she basked in their gaze and soaked it all up with a pleased, toothy smile. 

“Okay girl! I will be away for the rest of the evening! I trust you all to behave while i’m away, yes? While I’m gone, Rosie with be in charge! Til then, behave yourselves!” And with a unison nod, she would gesture to dear ol’ Octavio.

“Leeet’s go, but not too fast. Let them see juuust who’s taking me out on a date. You're a lot like me, right?” Camilla asked and looked over her date with an ever growing toothy grin. The attention, be longing in their eyes to be with either of them for the evening. An almost intoxicating gaze of affection and admiration. This felt almost better than lust itself. Time for a slow strut out, arm and arm and everything.

“Wouldn’t dream of rushing anywhere with you by my side, my lady.” He agreed as he offered his arm for her to hold onto before the two walked down the entrance. His steps were deliberately drawn out to ensure that every bun within the establishment gets to admire Burrowgatory’s most magnificent keeper in all of her glory. 

She’s right in regards to enjoying the attention of anyone who is captivated by their lavish looks and reputation that goes beyond their respective industries. After all, spectators are always welcome to talk and take a look at them for all they want as long as no one takes their admiration a step too far. Especially when today is all about giving Camilla a date worth remembering. 

Octavio led her out of the building and towards his luxury black sports car that was parked near the brothel. As soon as he pulled out his set of keys and unlocked the passenger’s door, he escorted her into his vehicle and closed the door after buckling her seatbelt for her. He followed suit after going into the driver’s side and cruising away to reach their destination - a high-end fashion district that’s owned by none other than Angora herself. 

Every store within the area was sleek and carried recognizable fashion items that went viral from Angora or Velveteen’s endorsements. Unsurprisingly, it was the go-to place to find luxury brands for those who are fortunate enough to spend a pretty penny and experience royal treatment like no other. 

“Got any specific place in mind that you want to stop by first?” He asked as they approached the valet parking area that’s near the grand shopping complex.

Despite the professional energy behind the date, she did enjoy the treatment overall. His careful gentlemanly treatment of her person, the higher-end display of care to her being. She basked in the admiring gaze of her brothel for only a few moments longer before they left for his vehicle. She sat comfortably in place after being directed to her seat and leaned back. Her hand now fell to the chocolates given to her, gladly sampling the sweets in a pleased manor. Was a rare opportunity to indulge in sweets that weren't laced with aphrodisiacs. She watched out the window, whistling in awe, taking in the sights as they drove to the far more well-off district of Burrowgatory. As lavish and as gorgeous as the woman who owned it! Angora’s customary shopping district was one of pure visual indulgence. Gorgeousness in every set of the word, displaying truly the most gorgeous of things. Outfits that were worth more than other doll’s entire living quarters, stands and models who seemed like they were made solely to model Velveteen’s dresses. Truly it was a delight for the eyes. Cammie perked up when he asked where to go, and now she’d lean in and finally hum out. 

“Surprise me, handsome. We’re not just here for me though. I plan on spoiling you rotten today too. I wanna hear all about you, your sweet lil’ missus you got at home, and how you got wrapped up in all this. It’ll make for a wonderful memory later down the line.” Cammie continued, though now she seemed to lean towards the window, glancing at the passing shops with growing interest. Clothing shops galore, shops that specialize in imp clothes and places to buy raw material in general. All of them were enticing, but what caught her eyes the most was the pretty shop that rested comfortably on a corner of a block. She’s pointing to one in particular! It’s actually a pretty little fudge shop! Perishable goods that were such a rare treat down in burrowgatory! Mochi and dango was the forefront of favorite treats in the burrow, so shops like this were a rare Boone.

“On second thought, surprise me AFTER we stop here!-- Ooh!! Right here! Right here! Let’s get some more sweets!I made a decision!!” Cammie continued, happily pointing to the larger shop of delicacies nearby while she looked at him with that same beaming smile. Even after all these years of being such a savvy business woman, she still had a mouth for delectable sweets. When they did disembark from his car, she would already come to take ahold of his arm and pull him along, leading towards the little shop with a pleased smile.

“Do you know how rare it is I see shops like this? They never last more than a few months before being bought out!!” She didn’t even give him a chance to respond. She already pulled him inside and lead him into the fudge shop.

He couldn’t hide his wide smile nor hold back the subtle chuckle as he found himself suddenly pulled into a chocolate store. The place itself was just as magnificent as every other shop within the district with the bonus of the divine scent of saccharine. As the pair explored the store with obvious excitement, they took in the sight of the delicious selection as they paid more attention to the desserts than other notable highlights such as the detailed decor, the elegant architecture, or even the grand chocolate fountain with a beautiful succubun centerpiece in the middle of the store floor. 

Every iteration of fudge, cupcakes, cookies, bonbons, and even chocolate-coated fruits and nuts were all handcrafted with perfection and rich flavors in mind. Of course, there were plenty of traditional treats that are more elevated versions of the classics, but there's also a handful of gourmet chocolate in a typical confectionery store such as chocolate coffret, chocolate bouchée, and fine champagne truffles. 

Of course, Octavio had no idea that such a place would exist but it’s more than welcoming to him. After all, what gluttonous bun could ever pass up on delectable sweets when presented in front of them? And with his beautiful date showing such enthusiasm for it as well, Octavio was happy to loosen up a bit as the two buns admired the variety of enriched fudge. 

“They all look as good as they smell.” He commented, his emerald green eyes shining with delight as he glanced over at the treats within the display cases.

“Anything that tickles your fancy, Miss Camilla?”

"Hmmmm. I'll taaaake this, this, thiiis and this! Be sure to grab some too man! I'm sure you lil' missus back at home would like some treats? Right?" Camilla spoke out, her person armed with a disposable bag to gather her collection of delights. Cubed truffles, hollow shells of chocolate filled with cream and more. She stacked her back up, even eating a few from time to time. The glory of being a bun like her? She always knew what she wanted, and rarely ever settled for what she didn't ask for.  Same now, several pieces she didn't bother with, and others she gathered in abundance. She wandered about, perusing the assortments with empty box after empty box, filling up she had with an ever growing look of whimsey. Nearly an hour, just stocking up on nearly four boxes and bags of sweets.

"These here will do just fine! Something to reaaally treat us! After this? Let's head for dinner!" She chimed, gesturing by to the man with a piece in hand, offering it to be eaten.

"Sounds good to me, but I insist on getting you something pretty after dinner." Octavio agreed with a charismatic smile and thanked her for the piece of chocolate. With their arms linked, they head off to enjoy fine dining followed by visiting some high-end fashion boutiques to treat his date with exquisite clothing that compliments her perfectly.