Haily was about 5 foot 8, with a sexy supple frame. Her ample C cup breasts were seductive enough to have any guy staring at her, but she hid
them beneath coats and jackets, self conscious of the wandering eyes of passersby. Her long black hair was usually tied up into a bun, but
lately she found herself wearing it down, feeling all the more sexy because of it. She was usually very timid, but having just recently gotten out
of her first real relationship, she found herself branching out a little more.
As she pulled up to the mall, she noticed the new sign outside the building, advertising her destination, almost calling to her. “The Scent
assion.” Pretty cheesy name, but hey, if the product is good what does it matter? She left her car, and locked it up.
Walking through the mall was odd, ever since the new shop had come, everyone was acting…strange. People were more…personal? More
couples, more flirty guys, even more flirty girls. Everyone was in some sort of lovestruck haze. At least, that’s what it looked like to her. Maybe
coming out of a relationship did that to you. Never the less, she was excited. It had been a long while since she had treated herself with
something so simple as a perfume, or new shoes, or even a new purse. She found herself spending all her money on her car, or her school.
Livin’ the good life…She sighed and continued on, browsing the windows along the way.
One store had a gorgeous selection of hats, a new designer from Brazil. Another, some cool knick-knacks. Clothes, clothes, food, clothes,
video games, sexy clothes.
She wasn’t usually entitled to buy into the run of the mill slander, so she paid no notice to the small shops. But as she neared “The Scent of
Passion”, her nose began to detect the faint aroma of perfumes, and colognes, wafting through the air. She involuntarily found herself
breathing in deeper, trying to catch more of the delicious smells in the air.
Slowly, she entered the shop. The aromas almost overpowering her, pressing against her like tiny invisible pillows, masking all other scents.
But in this place, that was a good thing, no? The woman behind the counter flashed a saleswoman’s smile, sneering at her over her slim framed
glasses.
“’Eello miss, ‘ow may I ‘elp you?” The woman’s strong French accent almost cut through the swathe of tantalizing auras in Haily’s nose. Almost,
but not quite.
“Oh, nothing I’m-I’m fine. Just browsing.” Haily stuttered, always feeling nervous and awkward shopping out by herself, especially when the
shop was empty.
“Jus’ let Esmeralda know, and she will ‘elp you, Miss.” The woman replied, her teeth flashing. Were they sharper than normal? No…must be the
light…but her canines?…She shook the thought from her mind. It was the perfume, clouding her mind with uncertainty. Haily huffed softly, and
glanced around. Bottles, bottles everywhere. Clear, purple, pink, blue, green, orange. All vibrant shades, striking at her vision like a cobra
would a mouse. The walls were coated in bottles. Twisted ones, curved one, tilted ones, round ones, oval ones, square. Some bent at
impossible angles, some curved in impossible grooves.
Her eyes drifted through the selection spotting that all of them seemed to be modeled after…animals. They were all named to their according
animal. She found that to be interesting, and glanced over at the shop keeper. She did have sharp teeth she noticed, as she saw Esmeralda
looking back at her, a seductive smile on her face. A shiver ran through Haily, and she observed the saleswoman almost looked…foxish? She
had slanted eyes, a pointed nose, sharp features, and high cheekbones. Her teeth were indeed pointed, and her ears as well. Sheesh. Talk
about commitment to the job. But she wore it all well. She looked sexy. Haily blushed and looked back to the bottles. For every individual
perfume, there was a matching cologne. Her mind was baffled. “Uh…Ma’am? What perfume do you wear?” She cautioned out, trying to start a
conversation. A dry laugh met her question, lilting across the room like a laugh from a bemused parent.
“Mademoiselle, you do not wear ze perfume, ze perfume wears you! It matches za wearers mind, connecting to zeir inner most desires. Muah?”
She gestured to herself, “Mine is ze Essence du renard. Essence of the fox.” Haily blushed as the saleswoman sauntered over, her hourglass
frame swaying and ample breasts urging to erupt from her low cut top.
“Mademoiselle, what is ze perfume you are looking for?”