Chrome and Gold

V hated taking Johnny to the market.

She hated taking him anywhere but the market was next level. Still, she had errands to do that could not be put off forever. Maybe it would be better this time.

It was not.

Fuck, V! That's a vintage NeoPop Chrome Synth!

"What," she said, under her breath, "is it valueable or something?"

Nah, it's trash. Sure brings back memories, but no one's gonna buy that.

A young woman, chromed to the tits and clearly high, picked up the instrument and immediately bought it. She gave a little squeal of joy.

V grinned.