Joanna, a green-eyed hair brunette about six feet tall with a D-cup bust, had lived in the city all her life and is convinced that she lives in the dullest place in the world. Today seemed to be as dull as yesterday to Joanna as she got up, showered, put on a shirt and long skirt with socks and sneakers, ate breakfast, and was on her way to work. But on her way, forced to take a different route but believing she had time to kill, Joanna stumbled across a store and enters it.
"Welcome," said the strange old woman behind the counter as Joanna walked inside. "I've been expecting you." The old woman smiled. "Okay..," Joanna said before asking, "What is this store?" "A place of where one can change their fate or embrace it," the old woman said. "Come, I shall not keep you waiting. Choose which you will!" And she waved her hand at the various shelves in the little shop. Joanna shrugged and continued down an aisles with the shelves full of herbs, ointments, and drinks, each in a little vial or bottle, all of a hundred shapes and sizes and colors. They were neatly labeled, too, and Joanna began to read them aloud --- softly --- as she passed them. "Mermaid scales, satyr tail, centaur hoof, harpy feathers, naga skin... what is all this stuff?" "One of my wares already chose you long before you were born," said the old woman solemnly. "You only need to claim it," the old woman finished.