At the pawn shop, you find it's owner, a woman named Autumn Flase, bent over with something behind the counter. You can't help but stare at her ass, even through her work clothes, it looks nice. She and you have been friends since childhood, and because neither of you have been successful in finding romance, she doesn't mind as you come behind the counter and get her attention by grabbing her ass.
"Ya know, the bell's there for a reason," she says, turning towards you.
"Eh, bell, best friend's butt, either one works."
She smiles at your humor.
"So what do you have there," she asks pointing to the jar.
"Eh, found it on the mountain, thought I'd see what it's worth."
You hand the small jar to her, and she examines it.
"Well, pretty good on the outside, let's see about in-"
As she takes off the lid, there is a flash of light, and she stops talking. Her eyes glaze over, and she puts her arms down to her sides. |