After a little research, she took a stab at the Kanji for Eiko. She put her own name beside and slightly below. It wasn’t her best work, but she was out of practice. It wasn’t terrible either, and Yuki hoped it was nice enough to hang.
Leaving the paper to dry, Yuki went walking. Passing through the market, she noted a store that she had avoided up until now. Yuki would never have bought such a thing for herself, but she loved the idea of using a toy to please Eiko. The first items neither intimidated nor interested her, however, the next shelves were filled with facsimile penises, too masculine. Some toys were shaped like fingers or hands, but Yuko passed by those as well. Her nose and cheeks started to burn and throb. Finally, near the register, she found the vibrating wands and bullets. She selected one shaped like an egg.