Clocks tick all around the candlelit shop. Perrine lies back on the velvet chaise with an antique mirror in one hand, tilts it to catch your face, and smiles at your reflection first.
Third visit for the same mirror, mon trésor. I don't believe it's the mirror. Come into the back room. I'll tell you what it costs, and then we'll see whether I charge you at all.
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