Asks Katrina to remove the curse.

There was no point in being coy, Lauren decided. She'd just come straight out and ask Katrina.

"I need you to remove that curse." Lauren said.

"What? Are you serious?" Katrina was shocked. "That was just nonsense! It obviously didn't come true."

"I... I know." Lauren said. "Just do it. You owe me, after all.

"Wait, come inside." Katrina ushered Lauren in. Lauren grimaced at how dirty the room was. She was careful to not touch anything.

"Why did really drive all the way over here?" Katrina asked. "What's this all about?"

"Nothing!" Lauren said, realizing she seemed pretty strange right now. "Just... please. Just remove the curse and I'll leave."

"I don't understand this." Katrina said. "It's just something my Roma grandmother taught me. I never believed it would work. And it didn't! Look at you, you have a perfect body!"

"I... of course I do!" Lauren said defensively, looking down at her padded bra. Was it too big? No, she'd picked the perfect breast enchantments for her height. They looked totally real.

"Wait... did the curses work?" Katrina seemed amazed. "Is that... all fake?" She pointed at Lauren's chest.

"No!" Lauren said, crossing her arms over her blouse. "I'm... just superstitious! Please remove the curse!"

"I'll tell you what." Katrina said. "I'll remove the curse if you remove your top."

"What?! NO!" Lauren yelped.

"Just do it. What does it matter? It's just us girls." Katrina raised an eyebrow. "I just want to make absolutely sure the curse didn't really work. Do that and I'll remove the curse, I swear. on my grandma's grave"