Camarilla Game ~ Selections. Camarilla Game ~ Selections.
In a shoddy corner of Longton, Selections! looks like most of the other shops in the row: down at heel, cheap, with peeling paint and stock that probably fell off the back of a passing lorry. The products it has in the window have never cost more than a few pounds each.
Entering the shop, the same atmosphere pervades. The goods are stocked high, dusty and with fading labels, and the walkways between the shelves are narrow and blocked by oddments piled up waiting to be sorted out. If you want cheap and not too cheerful (customer service appears to have passed this place by), Selections! is the place to go.
It's also the place to go if you want guns. Of course, to know that, one needs to know exactly the right people, the right way to ask and the right allegiances to display.
Rumour says that The Lady is really in charge in Selections! and, like the rest of the Sandernacht-allied underworld, she brooks no competition. Apparently at her insistence, no drugs are allowed on or in sight of the premises - and the bloke behind the counter is extremely good at ensuring this simple rule is obeyed - and anyone trying to buy the shop's real wares without her approval is soon sent packing.
