SmileAs I enter the store, the warm spices in the air hit me like a mule's kick in the face. Strong scents of sandalwood, lavender, and vanilla. Noticeable undertones of tropical fruits and dragon's breath invade my senses. I manage to regain my ability to breath as I struggle to take a few more steps into the smoke shop. The shopkeeper acknowledges me with an overzealous hello. Her dark breasts continue to wiggle after she calms herself from interaction. It almost appears that they are trying to escape from the low-cut shirt two sizes too small as if it was their own personal Alcatraz.
I nod back; making it as friendly as I could considering what was on my mind. Hopefully she didn't notice me glancing at her bouncing bust. Probably doesn't really matter, though, since I'll never be coming back here again anyways. I look around the interior of the place. One wall had various ads of