A soft bell tinkled, signaling somebody entering the shop. The room was eerily silent, a light layer of dust and cobweb covering most surfaces. The person who had entered closed the door behind himself, standing in the entryway.
A soft creak caught his attention, and florescent green eyes looked to the source. One of the many coffins had creaked open a few inches. A pale, almost glowing hand revealed itself, ring-endowed fingers curling around the edge.
A louder, creepy creak came from the hinges as the cover opened wide, revealing a tall man. He was dressed in muted grays and blacks, his eyes hidden by fine, long silver hair. A strange hat rested atop his head, its long top falling down to the man's waist.
His hair, the color of mercury, caught the light from a candle flame, setting it ablaze with an orange glow. Smooth lips curled into a wide smile, teeth glinting in the light.
"Welcome to the shop..." His voice was like satin, not interrupting the creepy aura of the shop. "Have you come to see how it feels to sleep in one of my custom-made coffins?"
The man who had entered seemed unfazed, stepping out of the shadows. The candle flame flickered over his glasses, obscuring the bright eyes. It also lit his blood-red hair, making an effect reminiscent of pure fiery inferno. A smile of his own revealed jagged teeth.
"Only if you intend on sleeping with me..." His voice was sultry, a suggestive tone laced through it. The heels of his boots clicked softly as he approached the taller man.
The silver-haired man's smile softened into a smirk.
"I think I have what you're looking for... Come, follow me to the back room, my dear."