RoxXxi

The mall was dim. Boring. Like usual the shops were half empty and the food court was mediocre at best. Just as everything was starting to shutdown for the evening, an unfamiliar but enticing scent filled the air.

The scent was coming from the old music shop. It was dimly lit, and mostly empty except for one person. A cute skunk girl. She was flipping through the records and organizing them.

Her nametag read "RoxXxi

She didn't even look at you, but said with a snarky tone "Are you always rude, or am I special? Buy something and stop staring."