[ Mafuyu stares up at the shop in question. It's a quaint little clothing shop, old-timey frilly dresses up on display in the dusty windows, wide brimmed hats set on the mannequins' heads, racks upon racks of clothing inside the store that she can just barely make out in the darkness.
She steps back. Looks at the door. Brings her leg back and kicks through the glass panes without even trying the door to see if it's locked, stepping up and picking up one of the hats and jumping up to plop it on Greed's head. ]
There you go! It's yours now, it looks good on you!
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She steps back. Looks at the door. Brings her leg back and kicks through the glass panes without even trying the door to see if it's locked, stepping up and picking up one of the hats and jumping up to plop it on Greed's head. ]
There you go! It's yours now, it looks good on you!