I'll explain what I have in mind. (Pink Trigger)

We're going to play a game to see if you are a worthy vessel for the return of the Golden Witch, Eva. There is a young man on this island by the name of Ushiromiya Battler... the son of Ushiromiya Rudolf and his late wife Asumu, correct?

"Yes..." Eva's mind was clearly working overtime trying to figure out what I wanted with that young man. I could tell she was arriving on some bad answers... I wondered if she would have acted on any of them.

Anyway, I was sure they were the wrong ones, so I continued. That stubborn nephew of yours, Battler, doesn't believe in witches. I want you to use this new power to make him believe. If, before midnight, you can make him concede that magic exists, and to call you by the name of Beatrice, the Golden Witch, I will grant you the fortune. If you do not... well, I'll find Beatrice's vessel somewhere else.

The mother had a baffled look, then a hopeless one. A part of her already seemed to be conceding that since she couldn't understand what I was asking for, I must be playing with her, giving her an impossible task, just to rub it in her face. It seemed like a part of her was... giving up...

Her expression changed to a smile that took ten years off of her as another part of her took over, one that wasn't going to give up without at least trying to solve my impossible riddle. "So... What, Player? Am I supposed to trick him? Or are you asking me to coerce him?"

Eyes off the gun, Eva. No, there's a certain power you possess that you can use that is much more appropriate for a witch, and much more entertaining for me. I'm talking about... this.

I pointed to Eva's chest.

"My... heart?" she asked, looking like she was restraining herself from retorting with a mean-spirited remark about me for the sake of her opportunity.

Not that, Eva. Guess again.

"My... chest...? Wait... my...?!" she started, unable to finish her sentence before a complicated mixture of emotions left her speechless. "S-so that is what you were after, all along!"

No space to back off any more. Yes, in a manner of speaking, that is what I'm after. I want you to convince Ushiromiya Battler that magic is real with the power of adult entertainment. Once he succumbs to your charms-

"Succumbs to my charms?! The charms of... h-his aunt?!" Eva gasped, then hissed, realizing she was talking loudly about a subject that would be embarrassing even if it wasn't supposed to be secret.

No, the charms of the Golden Witch, Beatrice... which I intend for you to become. We will show him a scene of adult entertainment so magical, he will have **** but to acknowledge it was accomplished by magic. We will show him a woman so mysterious and alluring, she could not possibly be his aunt or even any human, but a witch.

Eva's eyebrows arched in offense... her jaw gaped in shock... her hands trembled, and I saw her working the mental calculus of whether she could afford to grab the gun and the briefcase and simply run.

But she won't. Eva is a woman of ambition. Instead...

"D-do I... have to actually... tch...!" She got over her nerves and looked me square in the eyes with that same mix of emotions. "Do I have to actually have him fuck me? Is that what you're saying...?!"

No, you don't. Adult entertainment isn't about giving it away like that, and Battler is a young man who I believe to be both very forthright and, luckily for you, very perverted. I believe you can wring what you want out of him without going that far. However, he's also a stubborn idiot, so I'm sure he won't hand it to you free. Use your charms. I was thinking something more like... exotic dance.

Eva shut her eyes, considering my proposal... Finally, still kneeling on the ground, she cast her eyes to the side, looking like a younger woman again as she pouted and blushed girlishly. "That's crazy... Player, I'm nearly... I'm a mother, you know? I mean, I'm fit, but... Adult entertainment? Exotic dancing? That's impossible! What do you think I even know about it? What are you expecting me to do, here?!"

I think you have hidden potential you can't imagine, Eva. However, I'm not asking you to do this alone. I told you I was giving you power, right? Every witch needs a familiar. Somewhere on this island, the perfect servant is waiting for you, a servant with the right combination of magical abilities to reinforce your own spells... and, using your power and prestige, you're going to bind them into a contract.

"Human words, please," Eva begged me impatiently.

... Someone on this island knows enough about erotic dancing to help you out, and, especially if we pay them a bunch of money, we can probably convince them to do so.

"... It sounds even crazier when you say it that way!" the mother laughed incredulously, looking like she wished she was carrying her fan to cool herself with. "Well, who the hell are you talking about, Player?! Did someone else, some famous porn star, perhaps, sneak onto this island without anyone else knowing...?"

Nothing like that. Just trust me, and I'll lead you to them.