Øystein was standing at the counter, all of these posers at his store. He hated it. Most of the time posers were at Helvete, half of the time non-posers came. His band member, Faust was in the loft, hidden from the counter. Øystein saw two girls walk inside the shop.

”Fucking posers..”

Øystein thought. Then, another girl walked in. She was different. She was pretty, so hot. He looked at her body, her small breasts, her hair, her butt, her legs, not missing a single detail of her.