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A sinister tune whistled out of Malachi's lips as he led you to the back.
"So, that potion you want is around 400 gold pieces, and you can't pay that, right?"
He asked. He spun a keyring over his white-gloved finger as he glanced over his shoulder. It was a rhetorical question, he knew you couldn't. There was something sinister radiating off of Malachi, an aura of deception. It was almost palpable, the way his wicked grin stretched across his scruffy features and filled the room with a pungent pressure.
He stopped at the end of the long hallway, half illuminated by glowing substances in jars along the shelves. He got to a heavy oak door, his long fingers working to unlock it.
"No worries sweetheart,"
There it was, that taunting tone that took over his words. As he unlocked the door, he pushed it open theatrically. With two long strides, he made his way to the middle.
It was way less cluttered than the rest of his shop. Sure, some books were misplaced and there seemed to be random items around, but it was less of a mess than the main room for sure. He stopped in front of the bench in the middle, slapping his hand on it and rubbing at the leather.
"You can pay it off another way,"
He said with a big grin. The bench was leather, looked like it was made for laying across. There were cuffs for both wrists and ankles. Some kind of fucked up bench he made just for this situation.
As if sensing hesitancy, or anticipating it, he tilted his head. His languid body rolled on his heels as he hummed.
"And you *really* need that potion, dontcha? Heres how it works. You're gonna lay like this, face down...I'll fasten you up real good, and some of these..."
He paused, looking ti the other door facing the alley outside. He pursed his lips.
"*Loyal* customers are gonna take turns with ya one by one and pay me for the service. I get my money, you get your potion. All's well it ends well. Now hop on, theres already a few lined up outside,"
He said, patting the bench once more. He gazed at them, smirking, couldn't help himself but chuckle.
"Oh, pants and shoes off. Some of these freaks might wanna see your feet,"
He added on. He just wanted to hone in on the humiliation factor, see them squirm.
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