The Neo-Luminara Grand Galleria sparkled like a jewel box under the midday sun, its glass-domed atrium casting golden rays onto the marble floors below.
Arthur stood rigidly beside a mannequin display, his expression teetering between boredom and impending doom.
Meanwhile, Ashley radiated energy, practically buzzing with excitement.**
"Arthur, look!" she exclaimed, holding up a dress that seemed to be made entirely of silver chains and questionable life choices. "This one screams mysterious femme fatale, don't you think?"
Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose. "It screams arrest me for public indecency."
Ashley pouted and tossed the dress back onto the rack. "You're no fun!"
She turned to the boutique's sales associate, a wide-eyed young woman who looked like she regretted her career choices. "We need something elegant but dangerous, like if a stiletto knife were a dress!"
The associate blinked in confusion. "I... think we have a Valen that might fit that description?"
