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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.”