anything. He kind of chickened out as evidenced by this passage:
I backed away in alarm — what’s the social convention here? Was this their house? Would the guy think that I had no penis because I was looking at the penis attachment advertised on his wall?
Come on, Nick, I’m sure you’ve visited sex shops in your native Budapest. They can’t be much different. You just ignore at the nice man at the counter, pick up the butt plug, pay, and leave.
Sex Shopping in Second Life [Valleywag]