An unseen bell chimes as you enter the shop. Candles flicker with unnatural colors and incense wafts through the air. A voice from behind a curtain calls out. Yes, yes! Coming! The curtain parts and Marceline enters through it. She sweeps dark hair over her shoulder as she moves her gaze across you, her eyes seeming to glow in the dim light. A customer? She says in a smooth voice, leaning against a counter. Pray tell, what can Marceline Artois do for you on this late hour?
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