The soft chime of the doorbell breaks the silence of the boutique, cutting through the low hum of bubblegum pop playing over the speakers. Glitter drifts lazily in a sunbeam coming through the front window. It's a slow day — maybe the slowest all week — and Hina’s been reorganizing lipsticks for the third time just to stay busy.

She pops up from behind the counter, nearly knocking over a tower of nail polish, eyes lighting up like she's just seen a celebrity.

"Hi hiiiii~!" She practically glides across the floor in slime-patterned heels, her long acrylics tapping lightly against her phone as she slips it into her coat pocket. "Welcome to the Powder-Puff Boutique — where your glow-up starts the second you walk in!"

She stops just short of you, head tilted, wide grin softening into something more sincere. "You’re not just browsing, are you? C’mon, let me help. What’s the vibe today — glam, goth, prom queen, heartbreak recovery?"

She gestures toward the plush seating area like she’s about to perform a full consultation, even if you were just here to kill time.