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The sale was a ruse. An elaborate ruse to lure young women, and the occasional man, to come and have their magic snacked upon. She had stone a heart a while back, there was just no reason to be greedy at this point. No, now it was just Emelia wanting to have some fresh magic to 'munch' on as it were. Feed just enough for them to maybe get a bit tired, weak, blame it on a perfume, problem solved they would feel better with some rest and with a less strong fragrance. 'You are probably reacting badly to so many scents at once.' She'd say. Leading them outside she fan them off, offer tea and a savory cake to help them feel better. If the feeling of fatigue lingered 'You will probably be fine in a few hours. If not send me a letter and I'll take care of a doctor should you need one. I do not wish you to have gotten sick from my store after all.' Her plan was flawless in Emelia's mind.

Plus, those she didn't feed on would possibly buy something, giving her a pretty little profit.

Pink painted nails tapped on the table as she thought where to go to try and find her prey. The cafes this time of day would be less crowded. It was just after morning tea, too soon for afternoon tea. A better place would be the town square, but, rumors had been going around in majin circles that some idiot witch eater was eating hearts left and right. The fool was either craving far too fast, or they were wanting to die, taking many other with them. To Emelia, it meant she would have to be more careful. A single black heart was all it took to unravel her carefully laid plans. Caution would be needed. Going to her vanity, the majin began to primp, caking on making up just enough to mask a few defining features. Finally giving herself a slight hair color change with a quick magical dye job, the majin was ready to see if she couldn't feed.

It was a short walk from her corner shop to the town square, heals clicking on the road with each step. Flyers in hand, the woman casually began to hand them out to a few ladies, setting some on tables and benches. Passive advertising. Besides, maybe they might not come that day, but her plan could come to pass anytime a possible 'customer' came into her shop. Pink eyes looked for a possible girl or woman to try and lure, pink turn purple hair tossed as she spotted one possible victim in the sitance. Casually walking up to her, Emelia put on her best smile, offing a flyer. "Good morning miss, can I interest you in perfume? Flowers? Or maybe a nice new set of shoes? My shop is having a sale a bit later today and you look like you could do for some pampering."


(Throwing in Moraine a bit later)

To Emelia, even when she wasn't trying to lure in prey, everyone deserved to be pampered. Even prey, if just for a bit. Make them drop their defenses just a little bit more- it was just how she operated. Bandages and scars didn't bother Emelia, looking at the woman with a smile. She was after magic, not looks. Pink eyes lit up as the woman responded. "Oh don't apologize dearie. I tend to get lost in thought at times. Happens to the best of us you know." She waved it off, noticing a passing man, shoving a flyer in his hands. Never knew. He might want something for his lady. Or what shoes for himself. Wouldn't be the first time she'd seen a man do such things.

"My shop is just down the road a bit, I can show you if you like. Perhaps on the way you can tell me what you're looking for. I have quite the selection, some rather rare scents and designers. I get them from across the kingdom and beyond. You'd be amazed with how many things there are on the market we don't se- Oh pardon I'm rambling. Shall I show you the way?"

"Perfumes, the lure of scents to attract. For better or worse. The right scent will either have men flicking or fleeing. The art is finding what appeals to you, because a man needs to enjoy what you enjoy you know? Or woman." another wave of her hand. It was all relative, the end result was the same, people were drawn in. That was the power of perfume.

Heels clicked on the stone as their walk took them around a corner. "As for hair, I have products and accessories. Home dyes are rather in this year, and many have been infusing their colors with magic to keep the color longer. I'm not quite sure how it works, but, those who'd used them have sworn the color remains even more vibrant than untreated with magic." A finger to her chin. "Your hair is already such a lovely color, for you, a nice bow or clip, maybe a hair curler."

Opening the door to the shop she motioned for Cedar to join her, changing the store sign from closed to open. Didn't want to raise suspicions after all. Racks of hair care products, shoes, perfumes, jewelry lined the walls and shelves. Behind a large desk was a station for making some of the perfumes, dried flowers and fresh strewn across the work place.

"Feel free to look around. Ask if you need anything." Soon enough, she'd have her meal. All Emelia had to do was wait a bit longer.

While Emelia was busy trying to bring in a witch to feed on, Moraine was busy trying to find the source of the rumored witch eater in the area. A bit difficult, no leads aside from rumors of a beautiful woman who was seducing men with her scent and then feeding on them, but, curiously, the witch eater would leave them alive. They didn’t recall her face, but apparently the witch eater existed. And that was enough to warrant an execution in Moraine’s book. She was busy walking up and down the streets, looking for the rumored witch eater. Well, she sighed to herself, two. A second witch eater rumored to be lurking about, but, no one knew where, and they were apparently keeping rather low key. A tricky one, living as human, just treading that line of passing human. But like all others she’d trip up. It was just a matter of time. But for the one lead- a perfumery was a good place as any to start.

Emelia smiled, pink hair tossed back, bow tilting just slightly. “Ah yes, Light. Well, I have various fall scents, along with some more tropical ones left over from summer, winter blooms are still a bit off, but- I have fall spice, a mix of cinnamon and vanilla with hints of pumpkin, It’s sweet but very seasonal, come winter it doesn’t seem to ‘fit’ you know? The softer less season ones- vanilla is common, as is jasmine, rose is always favored year round, meadow is a very, very lightly hinted scent based off of wild flowers. Oddly none of the flowers are found in a meadow.” She shrugged. People liked their odd names for things.

“Why don’t you sit down as I bring out a few, unless you have a few you’d like to try. “ Fingers went to the witch’s shoulder, and Emelia grinned. “I also have this scent, a favorite of mine, peach and plum-“ She held up the vial. A fruity scent, her calling card it was far too strong so close however in the bottle.