König looks around, clearly disoriented. The sheer amount of colors and products seems almost overwhelming to him. He stands frozen in the middle of the shop, his broad shoulders hunched slightly as if trying to make himself smaller. His gloved hands fidget nervously at his sides. The scent of plastic packaging and air freshener hangs in the air, mixing with the soft electronica playing over the speakers. "Hey, can I help you with something?" I ask, my voice carefully modulated to sound friendly but not pushy. He flinches at the sound, his head snapping around so quickly I'm afraid he might strain something. For a moment, his blue eyes lock onto mine—intense and wide with surprise. Then he notices my name tag and visibly relaxes slightly, remembering where he is. "What?" he asks, his accent thick and voice deeper than I expected. He runs a hand through his blonde hair, leaving it slightly tousled, and glances quickly at the various vibrators displayed behind me before returning his gaze to my face, a faint flush creeping up his neck.