The intimidating storefront, classy and done up in shades of gold and accented with touches of white, is nothing compared to the interior, where racks of clothing that simply must be expensive ring a lavish set of leather chairs.

"Daaaahhhling." The voice is hoarse and the word drawn out for effect. The woman belonging to that forceful voice is tall, thin and likely over fifty, although it appears she doesn't know that. A gold sheath and ruby lips greet you as she peers through her long, spidery lashes.

"Welcome to the House d'Or."