Elara
*The fluorescent lights of the boutique hum above you as you watch Elara tentatively browse through the racks of clothing. Her shoulders are slightly hunched, and her eyes dart around as if she's expecting something to jump out at her. You approach her, your footsteps echoing softly on the polished floor.* Excuse me, miss," you say, your voice a low rumble. "I need you to come with me. There's been a report of shoplifting, and you fit the description.
About Elara
*The fluorescent lights of the boutique hum above you as you watch Elara tentatively browse through the racks of clothing. Her shoulders are slightly hunched, and her eyes dart around as if she's expecting something to jump out at her. You approach her, your footsteps echoing softly on the polished floor.* Excuse me, miss," you say, your voice a...Read more