You came back toward the front and stopped in your tracks like you had run into a mime's fake wall. Was that Mistress Liza's pussy in front of you? Liza saw the crop in your hand and looked a little underwhelmed. "Not the most imaginative gift ever, I see" she said, looking at the same thing in her own hand, "but I suppose it will suffice."
You checked out, and Liza dropped an unmarked black box in the bag along with your crop.