"What's taking you so long you've been in this tent for-."
The sight of the woman who came through the tent flaps makes your eyes widen and the sound of her voice nearly makes your heart stop. It was Maggie... your girlfriend... and she was staring at you with just as much shock as you.
Why? Why did she have to come looking for you now? Why did she have to walk in and see you like this sucking on another woman's toes like a popsicle? You knew the gypsy hated you but did God too?
Madam Rosella simply smiled at the woman you cared for as her hands suddenly flew to her mouth. It didn't take a genius to put two and two together to know that the two of you knew each other and were more than friends.
You wanted to say something but couldn't defy the gypsy's power. At most you could grunt and roll your eyes as you continued suck away at the evil woman's now clean foot.
"Welcome, I am Madam Rosella, mystic extraordinaire. How may I help you today?" the gypsy teased. If only you could fight back and tell her to shut the hell up.
Maggie didn't react to the gypsy's teasing. In fact, she was stone cold frozen. Damn it all, if only you could move!
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