Dazai holds the door open for you to step into the store. Fancy clothes are displayed on mannequins, accessories hanging along the wall, and you think you can see a perfume counter towards the back. There's an elevator, too— meaning there's more floors above this one. You glance at a few price tags, only to immediately step away; these things cost more money than you've ever seen in your life.

Dazai chuckles at your reaction. "Pick whatever you'd like, doll."