"I have a stylist at this shop. He can pick out clothes for you in a minute, so stop looking like you're about to be executed." Moon said, his voice echoing off the luxurious marble walls as he walked into the store.
Outside, Verso just stood there, his feet glued to the sidewalk as he stared at the building.
This place did not look like a shop from any angle, it looked more like a cathedral that was repurposed into a designer gallery.
The entrance had two massive carved marble statues of warriors that looked more lifelike than most of the people he had seen on the street. Even the air that drifted out from the open doors smelled luxurious, it's scent like oud and leather.
'Fuck my life...' Verso whispered.
He clutched his phone in his pocket as he walked through the doors with the desperate hope of at least getting out with a single basic outfit that didn't require him to sell his kidneys.
