Dorian and Seraphine walked towards the shop entrance arm in arm, trying to project exactly what they needed to appear as.
A happy couple of wealthy clients. Relaxed. Curious. Not particularly burdened by morality.
Perfectly unpleasant.
The door opened with a soft creak, and both stepped inside the establishment.
The first thing they noticed was the size. It was enormous. Far larger inside than it had looked from the outside.
Dark stone walls stretched several metres upwards, reinforced with thick pillars and decorated with strange carved symbols. The lighting came from multiple magical seals embedded into the walls, columns, and ceiling.
Runic circles glowed in warm orange hues, feeding small floating flames suspended in the air.
Others emitted a gentle cool breeze. Some warmed specific sections of the room.
The entire place had an artificially comfortable atmosphere. Almost luxurious.
Which was deeply unsettling, considering what they actually sold here.
