The cobblestone streets of the demon realm were bustling with life as Zephara and I made our way to the first boutique. The air was filled with a mix of brimstone and the sweet scent of blooming nightshade, a peculiar yet oddly comforting aroma that seemed to follow us as we walked.
"Leora, darling, you're going to adore this place," Zephara whispered in my ear, her breath warm against my skin. Her hand found the small of my back, guiding me forward with a gentle pressure that sent shivers down my spine.
The boutique was a quaint little shop, its windows displaying an array of dresses that seemed to dance in the soft light. The bell above the door jingled as we entered, and the shopkeeper a demon with eyes like molten gold greeted us with a bow.
"Welcome, my queen, and lady," he said, his voice a smooth baritone that resonated through the room.
