“Kii, what do you think of those? They could really enhance the fortune-teller scene in one of the scenarios and add those mystical vibes we’re going for. You’re going to put Nakanishi-senpai there, right? She’ll look great in it.”
Still clinging to my arm, Chii’s bright eyes roamed over the haphazard assortment of items filling the cramped thrift shop. Her attention quickly landed on the stack of scarves, each one displaying a burst of colors: deep reds, sunny yellows, and ethereal blues. They all swirled together as they were neatly displayed on a wooden shelf.
They had the appearance of being plucked from a festival’s stall, the sort that lured patrons with tantalizing ‘Buy 1, Get 3’ offers, only to leave them feeling tricked by a marketing ploy wherein the enticing phrases were a mere façade, masking the reality that you were still shelling out cash equivalent to their true worth.