"And so, Harry Osborne takes Peter Parker's hand and begins to rub it gently." The small Japanese girl spoke aloud with a grin. The four other ladies looked upon this with various states. From apprehension to utter delight, right until the Japanese woman stopped and gave a sheepish grin.
"I'm out of ideas." She spoke. The four others sighed at that, soon though they went back to their previous work. Silence permeated the room, besides their shuffling shoes. Currently the 'Dawn Gals' were in the St. Jerome's Library basement. The group had volunteered for the next two hours. Their help greatly needed to deal with the mess that was the library.
The group had formed over three years ago, where Melissa and Kiara had met Connie at a fair. Kicking it off, Connie had introduced to the group Laura. Selena was the last, having come into the group a few weeks after they met. Soon, the five women hit it off and became a local pillar of the community. Helping around wherever they went around town, but what they were known for were their stories. Which they wrote and read by themselves.
Anyway, the quintuplet of women did their best to clear a box from a shelf, which resulted in a small crash. A 'darn' escaped from a few of their lips as one of them bent down to pick up the offending object. The woman looked it over and rubbed what appeared to be a lamp.
"Weird." Kiara spoke. Once finished rubbing, she was startled by the sight of a woman appearing before her. All the ladies, barring the newcomer, shouted in shock. With a grin, the woman spoke.
"I am Shiar. And I shall grant your wishes." She proclaimed.
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