Damon glanced back at the receptionist, standing patiently behind the counter. The receptionist was a tall, handsome man, somewhere in his thirties, with a genial attitude and a rugged lumberjack beard. "You can sit down to read better, Mister...?" He gave him an expectant look.
"Hm? Oh, Damon. Sorry, I'm... kind of overwhelmed with all the choices". Damon laughed a nervous laugh and sat down in the closest chair, a beautiful dark mahogany antique with deep purple cushions and sweeping, curvy armrests. He settled into it, still looking at the catalogue while feeling the smooth, high-quality wood of the chair. He almost felt something like a shiver of happiness going through it.
The receptionist smiled. "You like her? That's Abigail. Her boyfriend will be picking her up at the end of this week".
"Oh", said Damon simply. It was amazing to think that this chair had once been a woman... and everything else in this store, they were all men or women who had ended up here through various circumstances. With a last, appreciative pat for the chair, Damon got up. "Alright. I think I want to get her clothing. She never has anything to wear", he added with a smile.
"Alright, sir. You can buy an item from here, or choose to become an item yourself. In the former case, you will pay for the item, and we can work out an arrangement as to whether or not to return it to human form. In the latter, I will pay you for the pawn, but your girlfriend will have to collect you and pay herself. Now then, which shall it be?"