Tell her you need a moment alone first to figure things out.

"Umm," you murmur, eyes darting between the thick stack of cash and the voluptuous Ms. Von Lilit. "Do you mind if I take a moment to think this through?"

"Take your time," she replies with a sultry smile, sauntering over to your dining room table, which is still littered with Dungeons & Dragons gear from last night’s game. She picks up Sandra Morelli's miniature, the cleric Rae, Priestess of Saint Cuthbert, and muses, "I’ve always wondered what the 'dungeon' in the game’s title really means."

You freeze, not sure if she’s serious or just making conversation. The thought of Sandra—the cute brunette you’ve had a thing for—and Cin in the same room is almost too much to handle.

"It’s okay," the white-haired bombshell grins, clearly sensing your hesitation. "I’ll entertain myself with your game here. Take all the time you need."

"I won’t be long," you assure her, retreating to your bedroom.

Once alone, you quickly boot up your laptop and dive into some research. Berkley, Dee, and Hanson turns out to be a legitimate, highly regarded law firm. On their website’s "Attorney Profiles" page, you spot a photo of a white-haired woman with a figure so stunning that even a tailored Italian suit can’t hide it. The name beneath the photo reads "Cinanna Von Lilit," and her credentials are impressive: a B.A. in Medieval History, cum laude, from Yale, and a J.D. from Harvard. Her practice area is Criminal Defense, and she’s affiliated with all the major Bar Associations. Her age? Twenty-six.

Feeling a knot tighten in your stomach, you call your mother. She confirms that Joram Gadston, your estranged great-uncle, did indeed pass away recently. She warns you—again—to steer clear of anything involving him. When you press for details, she’s vague, muttering something about him being a "sex fiend" and a "pervert." Sensing her unease, you quickly wrap up the call.

Taking a deep breath, you head back to the living room. There, you find Cinanna leaning against your gaming table, holding your copy of "City State of the Mad Overlord."

"Pretty kinky game," she remarks with a sly smile.

"It’s from the 1980s," you reply, shrugging. "Things were a little less…politically correct back then."

Cin reaches down and picks up a framed photo she has taken from your mantle. "This your gaming group?" she asks, eyeing the image.

"We call ourselves 'The Great Ones,'" you say with a chuckle, the irony not lost on you.

Cin’s eyes gleam with mischief as she holds the photo aloft. "Want to see a little lawyer witchcraft?" she teases. "Or should we get down to business?"