https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Xoxu_1v1K4 - NEAL'S REAL DEALS
It's a small little store that probably only has enough room to hold seven to eight customers on a good day. There's a small fireplace near the front entrance with freshly burning wood inside of it. A few shoddy wooden chairs and a coffee table that has a bowl of sweets sits around it.
Closer to the back is the front counter that has shelves on shelves of junk filling them. Hell, you think some of the items are about to spill out onto the floor. You try to ignore the shelf that's half stuck in the ceiling. Best not let your mind mess with you too much.
A door behind the counter leads to some backroom but the main attraction is the shopkeeper. You would've expected it to be an old man given the name but it's a bored looking teenager instead. Her short brown hair is coated in soot but the store outfit (which looks like some drunkard's idea of a post apoc outfit) seems clean enough. Even if the chrome metal and muted rags looks tacky as hell.
"Welcome to Neal's Real Deals. I'm not Neal. He's busy sleeping. Fuckin' old man." The teenager lets out a sigh as she puts a cigarette in her mouth. Her left hand (which you note is cybernetic) snaps its fingers until a spark flies, lighting it ablaze.
"How may I help you?" The teenager hisses out after she takes a long inhale of her cigarette.
"Mind if I ask what you sell?" You try your best to sound normal. Given how you still look like a god damn doe forced into a vaguely humanoid form. That and how the teenager seems to be blinking at least fifty times a second.
"Well, that depends. What's your occupation?" She drones on as if she's reading from a script. You look around to make sure no one is listening before whispering your answer.
"Cleaner."
Her eyes light up for a split second before dulling to the same bored look she had before. "Anything and everything, including what we can't sell to the others. Take a look." She reaches her hand underneath the counter. With a simple 'flick', the shelves suddenly fill with a whole new selection. You start taking note of what you want to purchase.
That and now you're somewhere safe, how to embrace your mind's untapped potential. Sure, it's not in the privacy of your own apartment, but your mind feels like it's about to implode if you wait too long. Best to get it out of the way.
Note to self: be wary on what images you download and what webp to png converters you use. It's annoying how a lot of cool images need me to convert them via weird websites. webp is the most annoying file type in existence. 