gothic store

“How did I not hear about this place?” you muse, half to yourself.
“Call it The Little Zoo,” Noir says. “I heard some of the girls who came back for visits talking about it. Ooh!” Noir points eagerly to a store with so much black leather in the clothes that you can barely determine it as being apart from the outright sex shops on the street. “Ooh” indeed.

Noir pulls you in, and you’re a bit surprised to see a pale human at the counter. Her white skin is shown off all the more by her hair (a deep shade of black) and lips (bold ruby red). Racks of black, leather, silk, skirts, boots, and anything you’d deem gothic hung around the store.

“What’s up?” she grins up at you two as you enter. She raises her eyebrows and warms her smile a touch for Noir. “Nice piercings. What’s your name sexy?”
“Noir,” she says shamelessly as she gladly browses the racks and you thank your lucky stars you got paid the other day.
“Raven,” the girl replies. You chuckle and think you can see why she fits in here.