Thelokirose

Lucius stared at the business sign above him and sighed, rubbing his brow with a leather clad hand. He didn’t know what had finally compelled him to do it, but everyone had been telling him to since Narcissa had left him five years prior. Madam Symmetra’s Pet Shoppe The sign was adorned with a still painting of a scantily clad young man and woman, neither older than 15 or 16, smiling coyly at the viewer. Their poses were chosen with care; both shy and inviting, tempting. As Lucius pushed the door open, a tiny bell tinkled overhead. Approaching footsteps were soon heard and a middle-aged woman emerged behind the counter from a doorway. Her skin was a dark tan, her hair even darker. She was clearly of Indian decent, but when she spoke, it was with a perfect English accent. “Good day, sir,” the woman chirped with a slight bow of her head. “Welcome to Madam Symmetra’s Pet Shoppe. I am Madam Symmetra. How might I be of service?” The blonde man attempted to suppress a grimace, but only