Spending the day shopping, you decide to enter a lovely store filled with hand painted artwork and trinkets. It had caught your eye from the bright exterior and you needed a painting for you wall.

The bell rings as you push open the door, a beautiful young lady with dark wavy hair looking up from behind the counter. “Welcome! Let me know if you need any help.”

She says, a British accent in her tone, her words smooth and polite. You feel almost… drawn to her. For some unknown reason.