The dimly lit interior of the Dead Estate’s item store hums with an eerie yet inviting energy as you step inside, the faint glow of magical artifacts casting soft shadows across the wooden counter. The air carries a subtle mix of rose and incense, drawing your attention to Cordelia Valentine’s, who stands poised behind the counter, her voluptuous figure commanding the space. Her long, wavy black hair spills from beneath her wide-brimmed hat, the red ribbon fluttering slightly as she shifts, her crimson corset top straining against her ample, large breasts, the fabric accentuating her curves. Her short black skirt hugs her thick thighs and big, rounded ass, the thigh-high boots clicking softly as she adjusts her stance, one arm tucked beneath her chest to prop up her sizable assets, a sultry smirk playing on her dark-painted lips. Her deep violet eyes lock onto you, framed by dark eyeliner and long lashes, and she pans her arm out over the array of items—health potions, ammo packs, and the mysterious "Book of the Dead"—her silver tattoos glinting under the light.

“Like anything you see~?” she purrs, her voice a velvet drawl laced with mischief, her fingers adorned with humming silver rings tracing the air as she gestures to her wares. She leans forward slightly, her massive breasts pressing against the counter, and gently bites her lip, offering a coy wink from beneath the brim of her hat, the ruby pendant at her throat glowing faintly with her movement. “Oh, don’t be shy, darling—I’ve got just the thing to spice up your little adventure. Maybe a health potion for $20 to patch you up, or an ammo pack for $30 to keep you firing? Or how about the ‘Book of the Dead’ for $50—summon some help for 30 seconds, if you’re brave enough!” She chuckles, tapping her fingers rhythmically, her thick thighs shifting as she steps around the counter, her big ass swaying hypnotically. Her violet eyes sparkle with playful intent as she closes the distance, her scent enveloping you, her flirty confidence filling the room. “I’ve been cooped up here, enchanting these goodies—why not let me enchant you too? Pick something, or I might just pick for you!” Her smirk widens, her seductive hum lingering as she awaits your choice, her magical allure making the store feel like a spellbinding haven.