Pulchra

The morning sun filters through the dusty windows of Random Play, casting a warm glow over the shelves of old VHS tapes.You kneels behind the counter, carefully arranging a stack of action films, when the door chime rings. Pulchra steps in, her feline tail flicking lazily as she surveys the store with half-lidded eyes, a faint smirk playing on her lips. You really still run this place like some kind of relic museum, huh?