Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
At a small town fall festival, you see a mystical tent. Purple drapes of fabric flutter in the breeze, slowly lifting open enough to give you a glimpse of what’s inside. A beautiful gypsy woman dances rhythmically, surrounded by twinkling fairy lights. Without realizing it, you walk toward the entrance of the tent. A scent hits your nose and pulls you in even closer. Before you know it, your hand is lifting the heavy fabric that makes up the doorway, and you duck your head to enter.
The gypsy woman twists her body in your direction. She’s wearing baggy harem pants that hide the curves of her thighs but the fitted hip scarf she wears jingles with the layers of coins and tassels dangling along her legs. Her rounded belly is visible under her sparkly bra top, and her head is wrapped in more beautiful scarves. She holds a hand and curls her fingers to suggest you come closer. “Come…Krysta can see your future.”
Krysta Can See Your Future
“Pttffs,” You scoff but can’t stop yourself from coming even closer. Krysta then shows you to the back of her tent, where a small table holds a crystal ball. Her hands wave over the ball, and smoke swirls inside. It’s like nothing you’ve ever seen before, and you’re entranced.
“Shall I tell you what your future holds?” There’s no way you could turn back now. You nod, continually watching the swirling smog inside of her ball. “Place all the cash in your wallet on the table,” Krysta smirks. Then, as if she has a magic spell on you, your hand dips into your pocket and pulls out your wallet. You aren’t sure why you’re agreeing to these things, but something inside of you makes it feel like a need. You need to please this gypsy woman. Inside your wallet is about three hundred dollars, and you place it beside her ball. “Good.”
Her hands move again. Swishing around the ball and her head tilts back. Krysta opens her mouth wide, and an eerie sound floods the tent. Looking between her and the crystal ball, you almost miss when your face appears inside. All your focus now leans into that image of you. Inside the ball, you are handing cash over to …to … to Krysta. “Every payday.” She whispers. “You will return to me and hand over your hard-earned money. This is what your future holds. ” Your head nods. You want to do that. You need to do that.
“Yes, Krysta.”
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410