Horizon of Darkness

Henry feels the familiar vibration and takes out an interdimensional pocket.

-- No, no, everything is fine, customer! -- the American takes out what the guys there cobbled together, apparently a bottle with a murky liquid. -- See? I guarantee the delivery with my head, it's the company's honor! Look, the smell, the texture, any skin will be ten, no, twenty times more beautiful with this cream! Well, or whatever you're going to apply it to.
-- But first, I need your signature, -- he takes out paper and a pen. -- Name, surname, if any, occupation... Or, if the cream isn't for you, let the customer come out. Because without the customer's signature, it's impossible...