Clink, clink. Boom. Clink, clink. Boom. I entered the realms of the gypsies, and the music slithered past as I gathered my precious treasures. I was entranced for hours, as I am every time, and I'll be damned. They know what I want, and it's all I can do to manage to keep my soul and some of my paycheck when I tear myself away.
These are some of the gypsy goods I have gathered. I use them to entice people who desire it, and to simply dance around for my own entertainment.