Fumeikyoku café
Standing in front of the window, you see the shop has only a few seats. A wooden counter dominates the confined, cozy space. On the right, you see a table display of various printed matters. Some t-shirts even hang on the wall in the back. On the left, above a shelf of novelty teapots and slight bizarre handmade plushies, a long menu lists of teas, drinks and meals of various origins. Suddenly, movement. A frilled figure rises from behind the counter. She smiles at you.
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