Naughty Paris

One sunny Friday morning (okay, 11am isn't morning for everyone, but it is for us freelancers who go directly from working at our computers to bed at 2am), I met up with the lovely ladies Carolyn and "Mademoiselle B" (not her real name) for a bit of pre-party shopping at Démonia, one of the city's best-known naughty toy and outfit stores at #10 Cité Joli, 11th (just off the Rue Chemin Vert, M° Pere Lachaise).

Look for the "D".

Unfortunately the store doesn't open until 11:30am, so we had the chance to stop into the Musardine Erotic Bookstore around the corner and grab a quick glass of red at a tiny café (for courage, gulp!)

Démonia isn't the prettiest boutique, with its neon lighting and unimaginative decor, but they have a good selection of quality outfits and toys. They also act as a box office for many of the naughty events around town, selling tickets in advance at a huge discount, which makes it worth the trip.

Is it strange to see the outfits that some of the clients are purchasing? Hell yeah. We all shuddered to think that we might see one particular gentleman (who we only noticed because he was loudly mumbling to himself in the clothing section) at Sunday's PervArty soirée wearing the plastic, pale blue, frilly bloomers. "Maybe he's going to the other party," I said, hopefully.

It probably sounds cruel, but I'd feel the same if we were at a bathing suit store and saw this guy purchasing a Speedo. Just because I like to see skin at the beach doesn't mean I want to see *anyone's* skin. Duh. If Jude Law wants to come to the party wearing plastic shorts, I'm not going to complain (although I might still prefer to see him in leather). ;)