Cooling off on the beach part 1

Hot. That was the only word to describe that day. Just. Plain. Hot! It was too hot to work, too hot to cook, too hot to do anything, really; except find a nice, cool, air-conditioned room and attempt to cool off. You'd have to be crazy to want to go out on a day like today... So it made perfect sense for Mary to want to go to the beach.

Mary was a very beautiful woman; fit and well-built, but not overly muscular. C-sized breasts and slight hourglass figure accentuated by her skimpy blue bikini and golden yellow hair; her blue eyes gazing out over the horizon of the ocean before her. She smiled and took in the salty sea air before sighing with glee; this was the best idea she's had so far, or so she believed; and she was going to enjoy the day to its fullest.

After staking out her spot, she quickly reaches into her bag to find her sunscreen. Nobody wants to get a sunburn, after all. However, as she digs around she quickly comes to realize a massive mistake that she made; one that nobody going to the beach should ever make... She forgot the sunscreen!

"Oh dear..." She mused, "This won't do. I want a tan, not a sunburn. Better go and see if there's any shops nearby that sell sunscreen real quick."

Getting up and rushing over to the boardwalk; the girl looks for any shop that's selling sunscreen for cheap. She didn't bring much cash with her and she left her card at home. Eventually she finds this little rickety-looking shop down a less-traveled path on the boardwalk; and as she enters inside she is immediately off-put by what she sees. Not the usual surf shop sundries; the shelves are lined with bottles of strange liquids, odd crystals and gems, and a few other not-very-beach-related items here and there.

The woman running the shop was your typical goth-style girl. Pale, nearly white skin, long, pin-straight black hair with black eyeliner and lipstick. A dark grey tank top with a pentagram on it, black biker's jacket with spikes on the shoulders, tight fitting shorts and thigh-high black boots. She's sitting by the register, reading a book, when Mary walks up to her.

"Hey there," She greets warmly, "Nice store you have here. It has a very... _unique _vibe to it!"

The goth girl glances up from her book to look at the beach babe who just disturbed her. Was this bitch serious, the goth thought.

"...Yeah. Thanks." She answered bluntly, "Look; I don't know what kind of store you think this is but for your own sake I suggest you leave. We don't serve your kind here..."

"...My kind?" Mary answered confused, "What... What do you mean? I'm just here looking to purchase some sunscreen, if you have it. I mean no harm."

The goth sighed, "Look... You seem nice so I'm gonna level with you. This isn't your standard surf and sundries shop. It's a magic shop. Potions, charms, mystical artifacts. We only sell our wares to magic users and the mystically-inclined... I don't even know how you managed to find your way in here; the shop is protected by a spell that keeps normies like you out... For your own protection, mind you; not due to an elitist mindset. What we have here is too dangerous for someone like you so if you need sunscreen I'd suggest you go try one of the other shops down the way."

But as the Goth girl thought about it; she realized that if this normie was here then that meant there was more to her than met the eye. So, with a frustrated sigh she relented.

"...Look; I can tell you're a nice person," she said, "And I can see you're a little **** to beat the heat; so I'll make you a deal. You promise not to come back again and I'll hook you up with something that'll help you beat the heat no sweat. Deal?"

Mary smiled and nodded, "Deal! So what do you have for me? If this is a magic shop then I guess it's something really fancy?"

The Goth girl sighed and reached under the counter; coming back up with a box...