Oh yeah, this is the shit.
I can't help but glance all over the place.
At the rocks.
At the gems contained inside.
At the cute attendants.
Joke.
I mean I do look, but all I see are skeletons.
An archaeologist's wet dream.
Seriously it would let one be extremely successful.
No more casually removing layer after layer trying to find remains.
Nope, one would know exactly when and where to stop digging.
I can't help but straighten my back and swagger across the courtyard.
I approach one of the girls here with momentum.
[Hello there.]
"Hello Sir, are you here to browse or to buy?"
[Hehe, what do you think?]
"Ah, true. Have fun sightseeing sir!"
Then she leaves hurriedly.
What?!
Am I too handsome compared to most clients?
Yeah, she is probably too used to selling to old men.
She leaves.
