Every year, when the wind began to turn cold and leaves began to wither and die, momentarily becoming all the more fantastic for their mortality before they turned to rot, the specter of commerce began to haunt empty storefronts. Banners of black and orange were hung, and displays of fantastic and grotesque costumes were erected upon once barren walls. Like a particularly virulent case of acne, the outbreak of Halloween stores spread across the city.
So it was that Morgause stalked the aisles of one such store, hunting for, well, anything that might catch her interest. An opened bag of assorted Halloween candy sat before her in the cart she was lazily pushing along, and every so often she would pluck out a piece and chew on it while she contemplated something or other. It was amazing how almost everything in the store fell under one of two categories: fake, or risque. And sometimes both...
Hmmm...
She needed something more than rubber knives, or corn syrup with food coloring. Something more than a short cut blouse and skirt. But was there anything to find?