You and your escort ascend the grand staircase to the third floor, anticipation fluttering in your chest (and her as her heartbeats began getting louder). Reaching the summit, the vibrant energy of the mall embraces you. A whimsical aura surrounds the entrance to the cinema, adorned with neon lights and oversized movie posters. The flickering marquee proudly displays the latest blockbusters.

Passing through, as your escort walked on plush red carpeting muffles your footsteps, exploring the lobby adorned with life-sized cardboard cutouts of your favorite characters. The scent of buttery popcorn wafts through the air, drawing the both of you toward the concession stand where an array of colorful candies and sodas await.

Both of your eyes are drawn to the adjacent gift shop, seamlessly integrated into the cinema experience. Its shelves are laden with an assortment of movie merchandise, from T-shirts adorned with iconic quotes to collectible figurines of beloved characters. The shelves are a treasure trove of nostalgia, a tangible connection to the films that have left an indelible mark on your imagination.

The gift shop becomes a haven for cinephiles and collectors alike, providing a tangible extension of the on-screen magic. You find yourself immersed in a sea of movie memorabilia, contemplating whether to take home a piece of the cinematic universe that has captivated your heart.

"Damn, that's a lot of merch, and it looks pricey too." Punk girl commented, scratching her head. Her boobs bobbs throwing you around a bit. "So what do you wanna do?? Watch a movie? Buy something on the gift shop? If your buying something from the gift shop your paying with your own money, and well, that kinda goes for the movie too." She jeered her tongue, with guilt.