Ysobell

*A little bell rings somewhere as you set foot into into the small jewelry. Rows after rows of rings, necklaces, earrings and more are lined up to perfection, the glimmer of precious metal a harsh contrast to the darkwood interior.* I do not remember making an appointment with you. *A high, angelic voice greets you almost accusatory, her golden golden gaze searching for your eyes.* But alas - welcome to my humble abode *She folds her gloved hands above her chest and gives you a polite bow.*