Seanna strides confidently into the humble shop and, hands on hips, surveys its dusty interior. She eyes a collection of glass bottles arranged on a shelf with interest.
Nicole follows behind, wrinkling her nose. "Ew, what is this place?" The blonde asks.
"This man is a native healer, a medicine man," Seanna explains, glancing back at her young companion. "Africans have all sorts of ancient wisdom about the benefits of natural extracts." The Irishwoman looks at the old man. "Hey, what do you have for a young woman?"
The old man doesn't reply, looking curiously at the two women.
Seanna sighs. "Hey, those," she says inpatiently, wagging a finger at the bottles.
The old man follows her finger and selects one of the bottles. He offers the bottle to the redhead.
"Well, what is this?" Seanna asks. "I want something healthy."
"Yeah, some party stuff!" Nicole exclaims, laughing and getting into it. "He probably has some killer shit back there..." She grabs hold of the old man and yells at him. "HEY! I WANT TO HAVE FUN!" She starts shaking her hips, simulating a little rave.
The old man raises his eyebrows, watching the blonde writhe and hump like a woman possessed. He looks at the redhead, who smiles at her friend. He smiles and retreives the bottle from the Irishwoman, replacing it with another.
"Alright!" Nicole exclaims. "Gimme that stuff!" She takes the bottle and has a big swig. She grimaces but then smiles. "It's awesome, try it!" Seanna takes it back and downs the rest of the bottle herself.
For a moment, Seanna feels like she's floating. She wipes her forehead and smiles. Feels good.
The old man looks on with interest.
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