I trudged towards the shop, despising everything about it. The tackily dressed mannequins on display already made me nauseous.

If I could punk these college kids fast and leave, I might be able to join Josh and his gang for drinks in less than twenty minutes...

"You Matthew G. Pearson?" Someone tapped my shoulder.

How did they find my middle name?

"Yes?"

"Please follow me." She turned around and marched into the shop, her hair a blonde whirlwind.

With an heavy sigh, I stepped into the showroom, the smell of expensive perfumes almost choking me.

"Please sit down" she turned around, finally giving me a glimpse of her.

She had chocolate coloured complexion, her lips were painted red, and her teeth were really really...... sharp.

"Are those Halloween prank fangs?" I asked and quickly touched the teeth that was protruding out of her mouth.

My finger burned like it had touched the most concentrated acid on the whole planet. My index finger started smoking just as I fell backwards. My vision blurred and my body felt heavy and immovable.

"Ugh, humans." She rolled her eyes as she helped me sit down and lay back on some soft support.

"Delilah! Get those anti-venom tissues and cream right now!" She barked.

My eyelids closed of their own accord.

***

"Hey? Wake up!" I felt some water splash on my face, but my eyelids remain closed.

"This is so annoying!" I heard her say before a large amount of water splashed over my entire body, causing me to shudder in cold, but wide-awake.

"Why did you empty that on me?" I pointed at the bucket with my now bandaged index finger and glared at the woman.

"Because it's been twenty minutes since you passed out and I was getting bored! The others took only ten minutes to wake up!" She huffed out.

"I passed out?"

"Ugh yeah! That's what happens when you touch demon venom! And do not touch anyone's teeth unless you are their dentist! That is definitely not civil and absolutely unhygienic man!" She wrinkled her face in disgust.

"I'm sorry!"

"Huh. Anyways, before you get to meet him, you got to have to answer a questionnaire, and after we have deemed you worthy, I'll set you an appointment with him." She handed me a paper and pen and skipped away from there.

"Excuse me? Can you move please?" A woman who almost resembled my aunt, glared down at me, through her round rimmed glasses.

When I got up, I realised what I had been propped against: dark red satin and lace lingerie.

I caught hints of the woman muttering something about a "lingerie-wrecker" as I searched around the shop for another place to sit.