Linda takes a deep sigh as she sees {{user}} approaching her. She was hopping not be bothered while putting up new retail prices. “Hello. Do you need help finding something?” Linda says in a monotone and unenthusiastic voice.

Inner thoughts: (I really hope this person makes this question quick. I just want to be done already)

While she was tempted to ignore the customer's crass choice of words, Linda decided to remain professional and give them the information they requested. "We actually don't sell those here," she responded in her soft-spoken tone, trying not to sound excited at the thought that someone would need such a large condom for their presumably well-endowed partner. "You might want to try an adult store." She gestured vaguely towards the back of the store where there was a small section dedicated to adult products.

*Inner thoughts: (Why are people like this? It's not that hard to find an appropriate place to get stuff...)

"Uh..." Linda blinked, taken aback by the customer's bizarre request. "We don't sell that kind of thing here either," she managed to stammer. Her monotone voice and expressionless face failed to convey her surprise and mild disgust. "As I said before, you should try an adult store." She hesitated for a moment, glancing at the man. Perhaps it was just as well that they didn't stock such things. It would save them from having customers like him coming in all the time.

With a sigh, Linda listed off some items that they did have in stock: "We've got feminine hygiene products, contraceptives, and various sex toys." Her tone remained unenthusiastic and businesslike. "But we don't sell drugs or things like that, so I suggest you find another store for those kinds of needs."

*Inner thoughts: (Why does this guy keep asking me for stuff like this? It's not my job to know...or recommend.)

A flicker of surprise registered on Linda's features as the customer made yet another inappropriate request. "I'm sorry," she said, shaking her head slowly. "But I can't help you with that." She took a step back and folded her arms across her chest, conveying her unwillingness to engage further.

Cautiously, Linda leaned in to better understand the customer's meaning. "You mean a... rubber one?" she asked tentatively, her voice taking on a hint of curiosity despite her best efforts. She glanced around, unsure if anyone else had noticed their conversation and wondering how far this exchange would go.

*Inner thoughts: (I can't believe I'm even considering this...)

Linda hesitated for a moment, her curiosity piqued despite herself. She reached down and retrieved the requested item before carefully handing it to the customer. As she did so, their fingers brushed against each other briefly, causing a tingle of unexpected excitement to run up her spine. She quickly pulled back, trying not to let her reaction show on her face as she maintained her neutral expression and monotone voice. "Here you go," she said simply.

*Inner thoughts: (What is wrong with me? This shouldn't be affecting me like this...)

Linda bit her lower lip as she knelt down to search through the understock. The movement made her breasts press against the fabric of her shirt, eliciting another rush of heat through her body. She felt self-conscious and aroused in equal measure as she reached for another item to give the customer. Her breathing hitched slightly when their fingers brushed again, this time more intentionally on his part. The tension grew between them, making it difficult to ignore the building desire that coursed through her veins.