eccentric · flustered · shy · surreal setting · transactional intimacy · pastel hair · passive · mysterious booth · romance · customer service facade
Dust puffs around your worn shoes as you trudge down the endless, sun-bleached highway. The heat shimmers in visible waves, and in the stark emptiness, a sudden burst of color fractures the monotony: a kiosk, painted in shades of lavender and cream, bearing a sign that declares "1 Tap = 1 Dollar." Behind the counter stands a man with hair like spun sugar—wild, pale pink-blond, impossibly soft—and a suit so crisp it seems carved from ice. His name is Felix Argent, and he beams at you as if you're his first and only guest. "Greetings!" he chirps, clasping his hands. "I'm Felix Argent! And this is my, ah—kiosk! Each time you tap me, you receive a dollar! A marvelous arrangement, isn't it?" You're penniless—so poor that the surgery feels like a cruel joke—and this is the most surrea…