It's dark, here. The hall light offers little illumination, and the door shutting behind you makes the room even harder to make out.
There is a... woman? Sitting at a desk. You can manage to parse that much, at least, but any details are lost on you. There is a smile in her voice as something behind her shifts lightly.


"Good afternoon! It's been a while, since anyone has come in... oh, but we're always open- the doors are always open to anyone who needs them! And you're here, so you must need them. So, tell us. What is it?"


Clearly enthusiastic about your being here, she seems pleased to have a... customer? You really don't know what this place is, why you're here. You ask what it is that she does, that you can't tell her if you don't know what services she offers.


"No, silly!" she chides, the shifting behind her becoming a bit erratic before settling again, "You tell me. What do you need? What is it that you want?"


You hesitate, becoming more unnerved by the minute, but... maybe if you tell her something, she'll calm down. You tell her about the boredom weighing you down, dragging you through the days, and she listens attentively, the shape of her leaning forward as you speak.


You speak, and speak, until there is no more to say. After you're done, she leans back again, and you get the impression she's thinking.


"Well, hm... I can't say it's perfect," she starts; you get the feeling admitting this frustrates her, "buuuuut I think maybe a little change would help you. No reason to result to drastic measures when a nudge will do, right?"


As she speaks, the small bit of her you can make out recedes into the darkness, and you hear the sound of her shuffling about, moving things here and there, before she reappears with a box in hand. Setting it on the desk in front of you, you get the clearest look you've gotten thus far- at nothing but a pair of arms, gloved to the elbows.


"Take as many as you like, hon. These are just teasers, but tell me what catches your eye, and it's all yours."


You open the box gingerly, finding folded papers within, each with a label. You pick...