PoV: You’re a criminal about to break into a house. You slip on your Bad Guy sneakers with the soles sanded down so as to not leave any tracks. You don your leather gloves and slip on your Groucho Marx mask. The perfect disguise.
As you slither through the front door and enter the main hallway, a golden radiance blinds your eyes. You use your hand as a shield and peek between the fingers. You see belts. Big, beautiful, octagon-shaped belts lining the walls and wrapping around all the way to the next room.
An involuntary whimper escapes your lips.