(( 38, 19, River Rock --> inside: 14, 10 ))
The floor is paved with large sapphire red tiles in an almost water-like pattern, and what first catches your eyes would be a trio of mannequins, the central one being dressed like a male in very dashing Victorian garb of black and red, adorned with a flat top hat and circular sunglasses, flanked by two mannequins in absolutely gorgeous dresses. The right one is elegant black and green with elaborate patterns in a 19th century style and the left one is a bit more daring, entirely black with a glinting black corset and hints of purple to accentuate it. Glancing around further, the walls would be lined with all manner of clothing racks interrupted by a large poster here and there, depicting modelling scenes in all manner of Goth styles. Rows upon rows of band shirts, a section for leather jackets, pants and skirts, a fair section for business-oriënted clothes as well as a decent selection of various shoes and boots that fit the general style of the store, and last but not least an absolutely -vast- selection of Victorian-style clothes that seemingly takes up almost half the store. On the right hand side are several fitting rooms, at the center back seems to be a door to a staff-only area, and to the left hand side are plenty of accesories on display at the counter: Necklaces, bracelets, patches, a small amount of rings and finger jewellery, earrings.
(Maryl)
It's relatively late in the day and not long after sunset when Maryl took her shift behind the counter as a clerical, appropriately dressed in an all-black, slim Victorian dress with her hair dyed black and made up, along with a tag to mark her as staff of the store. There were two screens behind the counter, one presumably to deal with sales and scans, but the other seemed to be connected to the store's security cameras and surround-sound audio system to play music through, or make announcements through. It didn't take long for Maryl to be updating the store's terrible choice of music with her own selection, with various comments as a result. In fact, there was a comfortable, black leather sofa next to the counter for customers, at which there would occasionally come a group of friends or teens to sit down and chat, occasionally making song requests. Though their conversations would often make Maryl cringe slightly, especially when the topic of vampires arose for the millionth time.
Despite having a lot of work on her plate, Maryl would begin to get the hang of things quickly. It was almost relaxing compared to her recent days, but also very weird at the same time. As if she'd stepped into a flashback of her youth, except she was looking at it from a different angle. Though there wasn't much time to reflect on it all, as the shop was surprisingly busy and popular and there was always a customer to tend to. It was strange to be here, like everything was normal and she wasn't a monster of the night, for once. It brought great clarity, in a way, and despite her thoughts and occasionally seeming slightly distracted, the job seemed to fit like a glove. Everything seemed to go better than in previous such careers in sales, customers seemed very deferential to her opinion, she did some intelligent re-arranging of the store's layout to make things more convenient and the music seemed to be catching on. Despite all the good, despite this perfect way to blend into society once again, still she couldn't truly smile more than a polite smirk as her thoughts occasionally drifted to the monstrous once more, the things she'd seen, and the things she'd done...
