Painted in the brightest white, and lined with gold accents, Jaeth’s Fine Clothery and Accessories is a shining beacon of everything the owner wishes he was, but isn’t. Trying desperately to cater to those from Sector 2 and The Heavens, it’s unfortunate that your sandals encountered a travesty. You eye the door wearily, knowing all too well that you’ll need a new pair in order to finish your pilgrimage to the Shrine of St Roseil. Letting out a soft sigh, you gently open the door and set foot into a sea of everything you possibly couldn’t afford.

Jaeth slowly rises from a small bistro table laden with sparkling necklaces and bangles, gracefully gliding towards you. “Sha'eth my sweet, and welcome to luxury. Clearly you are of fine taste and elegance to have chosen my modest and humble establishment in order to cater to your needs” Placing a hand gently on your arm, he leads you over to a rack that’s clearly out of your price range. “Clothing can transform you into anything your heart desires, so long as you have the means to fund it. And if it’s within my power, I will make you feel, and look, like you belong in The Heavens.” He picks out a garment eerily like the one he’s wearing, “This, would be to DIE for on your frame.” Ignoring your attempt to gather his attention, he keeps going, picking out a pair of shoes, a necklace, and stopping by another table lined with pants.

You clear your throat, and motion down to your feet, showing the broken straps and tattered wear and tear, mumbling the price point that you’re truly looking for.

After a few moments of awkward silence, Jaeth gently places the items on a marble counter , and gingerly steps towards the back of the shop. He pulls back a curtain that finally showcases a few styles from many seasons ago, on a cobwebbed shelf. Picking out a pair of simply made straw woven sandals as if they’d set fire to his fur, he holds them carefully with a two finger touch. “These will be...lovely, on...uh, someone of your stature.” You take the sandals, trying not to laugh as you follow the hunched Jaeth over to the register, paying for your goods and quickly slipping them on your feet.

“It’s been a pleasure helping you, today. Please don’t hesitate to come back, as we do cater to every and all Sectors.” Trying to plaster on his best smile, Jaeth waves, defeated as you walk back out onto the street, your feet wrapped in the best from Sector 3.