One might argue that something like this doesn’t necessarily require mental shenanigans in order to happen but, if I didn’t use them, there would be no challenge, right? Have fun.
“One thousand, three hundred and twenty-seven dollars, please,” the shop clerk said.
“For a pair of shoes?!” Liam blinked.
He blinked again, finally noticing the dozen bags on the counter, filled with dresses and sexy lingerie. Behind him, Dahlia toyed with his wallet.
Running into his Hypnodomme while shopping was always a dangerous proposition.