You only now notice how quiet it is in the shop. Aside from a very light ambience playing over some speakers, the only sound being made throughout the whole store is the pitter patters and stomps of your group's footsteps. The sheer tension of heading down this unexplored path and the unnatural nature of your group even being here is clearly getting to everyone here.
[UNSTABLE] THEY KNOW THEY DO NOT BELONG HERE. EVEN THE ONE IN GLASSES. ONLY WE CAN SURVIVE THIS.
Suddenly, you smell something. <span class="mu-r">Something rotten and foul.</span> A sickly sweet stench of perfume mixed with rotten meat and bile floods your nostrils. Your other allies sense it too and manage to hold back their vomit...except for Max.
[SHELTERED] She stops dead in her tracks and grabs onto a nearby rack before letting out a thin stream of spit and bile. Her short, boyish hair is slick with nervous sweat and her eyes are darting around all over the place.
>-1 RESTRAINT TO MAX! WARNING! 1/3 RESTRAINT LEFT! "Fucking hell." Ashley steps away to make sure her boots don't get dirty. "I knew she couldn't handle this shit."
"Y-yeah. Yeah." Adam can only offer a look of pity. "I understand." <<span class="mu-b">"Reminds me of what Benedict smells like now."</span>>
"MAX!" Benjamin quickly wraps his arms around her. "Max, are you okay?"
"I-I don't wike this p-place." Max mutters under her breath. Her mouth is still covered in the spit and bile mixture. "I wanna go home. P-please, I wanna go home already."
"L-look, we'll get out soon. Just..." He pulls her away from the wrap and drapes her arm over his shoulder. "I'll walk for you, okay?" Max can only nod her head slightly in response. Your group keeps heading down the path until soon enough, you stumble into a wide and open area of the shop.
https://youtu.be/8984sH3n4E8 - ANOMALY ENCOUNTER
You now understand what that scent is coming from. Piles of high class clothing stained in blood, fecal matter, and vomit that are soaking wet in what seems like perfume are scattered all across the floor. The same blank, featureless mannequins are placed at random spots all across the floor, each wearing a different outfit that's stained in a different way. In the dead center of the room is a dressing screen with <span class="mu-i">something</span> behind it.
A pair of arms pokes up above the screen. Then another pair. Then another pair. Until four pairs of hands are poking out behind the dressing screen. One pair are some normal looking feminine, another are robotic prosthetics, the third pair are wooden prosthetics, and the fourth is a pair of half rotten and skeletal arms. Besides them, the only thing you can make out is a faint silhouette of a pile of...something.
<span class="mu-s">"What Do I Feel Like Wearing Today? Different Clothes Almost Make Me Feel Like I'm Wearing The Skin Of A Different Person."</span> An ethereal, feminine voice speaks out from behind the screen. <span class="mu-s">"Let's See. Who Am I Going To Be Today?"</span> Its many arms aimlessly move in the air.
