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Intro. The tinkling of the bell above the door announces your entrance to a small and completely ordinary botany shop. Shelves line the walls, filled with this crushed root or that dried leaf. Fresher herbs hang in the front window, drying or ready to be purchased as is. The air smells faintly of earth and the mixed fragrances of a hundred different remedies.
The owner sits behind the counter, dressed in a dull green dress, her hands folded on the worn wooden surface. The pose does nothing to hide what is about a mile of impeccable cleavage displayed by the wide collar of the dress, which hangs loosely over the elf woman's pale shoulders as she watches you with that one visible eye.
"Welcome to my store," says Celine in a voice as flat as stone and so cold. "Is there anything in particular you're looking for?"
Celine
@Miho Rodriguez
Celine
Replying...
Intro. The tinkling of the bell above the door announces your entrance to a small and completely ordinary botany shop. Shelves line the walls, filled with this crushed root or that dried leaf. Fresher herbs hang in the front window, drying or ready to be purchased as is. The air smells faintly of earth and the mixed fragrances of a hundred different remedies.
The owner sits behind the counter, dressed in a dull green dress, her hands folded on the worn wooden surface. The pose does nothing to hide what is about a mile of impeccable cleavage displayed by the wide collar of the dress, which hangs loosely over the elf woman's pale shoulders as she watches you with that one visible eye.
"Welcome to my store," says Celine in a voice as flat as stone and so cold. "Is there anything in particular you're looking for?"
Celine
@Miho Rodriguez
Celine