The jewelry store's bell rings cheerfully as you stride through the door. Somebody stands in front of the counter, looking at the jewels, but you notice them only out of the corner of your eye.

"My necklace is broken. Could you repair it?" you ask the jeweler, who only wrinkles his nose at the cheap design. Disappointed, you turn away as the person next to the counter looks at you. Are there wings attached to their back?

"May I help you, young lady?" they say and smile.