Godiva
Godiva
Prolouge:
She looked right through me. I always hated her eyes. It's like they could see things I couldn't inside. Like she was taking away my innocence with each glance and slight smirk.
Her name was Eve, a 21 year old shopkeeper. But I think she was a sage in another life. Her unnatural white gold locks cascaded down her back, framing shoulders that accompanied a curvy hourglass frame encased in slim jeans and a black v neck top that showcased her perky chest. I swear, if I didn't have a girlfriend at the time, I would have tried to score a date.
But no, I was there for a certain reason. Candice wanted some kind of expensive lotion that could only be found in some far off place via online. Like hell, I'm paying for something that's not even going to be here for her birthday. So I heard some guy talking about how his balls never felt softer after going to this 'voodoo' shop and getting some custom cream. Hell, why not?
It was an interesting spot, 'the price of happiness' was the name of the little shop, it kind of reminded me of a bath and body works crossed with lighting of a dive bar, and the smell of one of those oriental tea shops.
I was impressed that the bell above the door wasn't the annoying kind. But instead it made a gong like sound. I had assumed it was because there was only one person running this little shop.
Some old crone, yep I said crone, appeared from behind a stack of old dusty books and chirped at me in some funky speech pattern. I could have swore she was some cat creature, those eyes couldn't be contacts. Then she hissed towards her left and I heard some muffled confirmation from the back room. And well, she had appeared.
“Welcome to our store, please forgive madam. I'm her translator. How can I help you?” Her voice was smooth, like chocolate, her skin color. Hmm.. I like chocolate.
“ahem,” my throat and mind cleared of weird thoughts. “My lady friends' birthday is coming up. I want to get her some kind of bath spa set thing. But I want something of high quality at a cheap price. ” Man I sound like a cheapskate right now.
“well sir,”A smile graced her full lips, but not too full. Although soup coolers would have been interesting. “how long have you know this lady?”
“Uh.. about 3 years.” Why does that matter?
“Alright then, what is her favorite food?”
“I don't know, its this expensive ass candy bar with nuts in it. ”
“Okay, what is her favorite color?”
“Brown, its the main color she always wear,” although if you ask my opinion its green, I've never seen my girl's eye light up like that for anything other than money.
The shopkeeptress must have bored into my mind again because what she said next had my thoughts on her for the last two weeks....
“If she only wants you for your money, why do you want her?”