Seraphina walked through the high-end designer store, running her fingers through the delicate silky material of a black dress which was displayed on a mannequin.

The store smelled of expensive leather, fresh vanilla-scented candles, and polished wood, and it smelled so cool compared to how would be smelling if her thought could actually produce a scent (a horrible one from her over thinking.)

Mia, forever a shopaholic, was already gathering a pile of clothes in her arms, grinning sexily to ...