It had been a rather slow day at the shop. She couldn’t gauge how business would be during the daytime. Because we’ll…she was a vampire. So all she knew was the night. But usually by now her usual shop patrons would stop by but so far none had showed.
Aztecca lit some incense filling the shop with a warm and pleasant scent. Spices blended together that illicited the feeling of being safe and warm. She tried to make her shop as pleasing to anyone who happened to cross through her doors. Most of her night had been spent adjusting displays and making sure items were stocked. Living for as long as she had you tended to have a lot of time on your hands. But what was time to a vampire honestly?
She had left the front area of the shop to peruse through the back. Locating items that needed to be stocked.
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