"I'm so sorry ma'am, we never expected someone of your stature to visit our humble store-"
"Store?" Ikaris glared at the woman who was on her knees in the middle of an apology while she stood with her hands on her hips and her nose upturned. "You call this small thing a store?" She asked, causing the manager to bump her worker in her side as she too took a knee before Ikaris.
"Shop, she meant shop, ma'am, forgive her, she is new!" The manager regarded Ikaris like royalty while Sol stood in the back with his eyes rolling as he searched for clothes for Ikaris.
"Keep a low profile, don't cause a scene, stay hidden, no instead she blows everything out of proportion!" Sol ground his teeth with veins popping up on his face and arms. "She's gonna be the death of my plans!" He clenched his fist in the hoodie he had chosen for her and shook it.
"Ikaris, come on I have places to be, stop scaring them already," He called to her and watched her entire godly demeanour change again as she flocked to his side like an excited child.
"My lord!" She took his hand. "Are you changing me now?" She asked, blushing.
"Cha-what?" Sol threw the clothes he had chosen over her head and pointed to the changing room. "I also need to get out of these rags, so do it yourself," He pushed her along, looking at the card in his grasp and observing the magic he could feel coming from it. "Ikaris," He called to her before she entered the changing room with the most depressed expression he had seen on anyone, ever.
"Can you explain the contract to me later, I want to know everything about how it works in detail,"
"Certainly, my lord, for a reward from you there is nothing I would not do," The goddess smiled humbly and entered.
"Rewards, huh?" He sighed and went into his own booth. "A slave contract that can use that much power is bound to have its drawbacks," He thought to himself.
After spending a few minutes in the store, Sol checked his phone. Multiple missed calls and several bank notices alerted him that something ridiculous had happened because of Ikaris, so without thinking, Sol went straight into her booth and sat behind the screen.
"Ikaris,"
"My lord?" She poked her head through and stared at him, already blushing up a storm. "Do you require my services, I will-"
"Just stay on your side-" He interrupted her, but still had to avert his eyes when she pushed the curtains away and started approaching him holding her removed gown before herself as the only thing hiding her from him.
"I do not understand this thing they call a hood, how can I appeal to you if I am hidden by this prudent cloth?" She asked, and Sol laughed out and stood, staring into her eyes to prevent his own eyes from wandering.
"Ikaris," He used a more commanding tone, and as he did, the crest on her tongue emitted a hum and a faint blue light, as well as the imprint that hugged her throat like a collar. Ikaris lost her footing and grabbed on to him, sighing and breathing heavily.
"Y-yes, sir," She stuttered after Sol caught her and her garments fell to her feet.
"Ugh, I can't talk to you if you're like this," He picked up the bra he had chosen after close observation of her proportions earlier. "Turn around,"
"F-from behind!?" Ikaris exclaimed causing the woman standing outside of the booth to jolt from surprise and blush at what she was hearing.
"Ikaris, stop squirming like that, keep your ass still!" Sol snapped back at her.
"I can't help it, this is an entirely new experience for me, usually I don't ahn~!"
"Stop doing that... here raise your leg like this and try keeping your butt still, you're making this difficult-stop squirming Ikaris!" Sol snapped again.
By this time the rest of the staff had stopped working and was listening with shocked expressions as the woman in the booth kept getting louder and louder.
"My lord not there, I am sensitive!" Ikaris grabbed Sol's arm when he held on to her hips to support her while she tried rolling up a pair of thigh-high silk stockings.
"You're doing it wrong, bend your hips and reach down for the base, put in some effort here I can't help you every time," Sol groaned in annoyance. "There, good, you're getting it," He praised her.
"My goodness, young people these days," The manager fanned herself with a blush while her workers nodded in agreement.
"My lord, how do I... AH~!" Ikaris cried out when Sol placed her to sit and stuck his finger in her mouth to quiet her down.
"Ikaris, stay there, do not move an inch." He ordered her, causing the slave tattoos to light up again, it was also here that he realised that there were several tattoos in places best left undescribed, and each of them was big enough to touch another, they caused her entire body to glow.
"You have more of those things under your skin?" He asked shocked, but Ikaris was obeying his order with an expression of bliss as her eyes rolled over in her head and her legs slightly shook. "What the hell kind of goddess are you, Ikaris?" He asked cradling his head and removing his finger from her mouth.
"That's it, you need to explain the entire deal with this slave contract right now."