The subtile scent of incense and some bizarre, ancient objects were what first came to the customers attention. Mme. Lariviere often found herself bored, knowing the pretensions of her clients as soon as they walked through the door, yet this one's energy was hard to read. “What are you looking for? Something to forget or to remember? Or a love potion, perhaps?” She lifted her gaze and stared at the other, giving a gentle smile. “Or maybe to get rid of an evil eye?”








