Ali encounters a magical website

It was late. The last time Ali checked the time it was after 3 A.M. and that had been a while ago.

She didn't want to sleep. She didn't really want to do anything. Work had been an absolute nightmare ever since the fun little startup she worked for had been acquired by that megacorporation. New management, new rules, new so-called "standards of professionalism" that included a dress code and a no-swearing policy. Half of her friends had left the company in the eight months since then, but Ali didn't have a lot of options.

Browsing random kinky stuff on the web, she knew she was just putting off going to sleep because once she did that it would be morning, and then she'd just have to go to work. She followed whatever link caught the interest of her increasingly tired, horny brain as she gently teased herself with the fingers of her free hand.

When she was presented with a full screen warning on one page, she clicked "enter anyway" without even stopping to read it, assuming it was one of those typical, legally-required age-gate things. She was 27 years old and more than familiar with porn by now, with her famously unsuccessful love life being what it was. Over the last year or so, however, she'd become fascinated by some increasingly kinky stuff.

After a brief glimpse of what looked like a lot of really steamy images, she's blocked again with a popup. This one has a little five second timer on the button to dismiss it, so while she waits she skims the words impatiently, barely paying any actual attention.

"...user's full consent...everything will be handled automatically...yadda yadda...oh, something about magic...blah blah blah...no further warnings. Excellent." The button activated and she clicked it, barely registering the words printed on it: Play a Random Roulette.

The popup goes away and she's greeted with a new page full of words and pictures.