Play along and ask for the ritual.

"Forbidden occult ritual that will rend my soul?" You laugh. "You'd make a great Dungeon Master."

"It can pay quite well as a side job," she responds with a knowing glance.

"What?" you ask, taken aback by her unexpected reply.

Cin grins. "You're cute. I was talking about a Dungeon Mistress—a dominatrix. They make good bank. All the perks of a prostitute without any of the messy bits. Imagine a guy paying you to have him fold your lingerie, then spanking him for not doing it perfectly. Quite a gig, right?" With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she adds, "At least, that's what I hear."

"And that's the ritual you've got in mind for me?" you quip, keeping up the playful banter. "Sounds more like soul-annoying than soul-rending."

"Not quite." Cin shakes her head. "Besides, you don't have that kind of cash—even with the twenty grand." She tilts her head, studying you. "Ever heard of palmistry?"

"Yeah, it's palm reading," you say. "Supposedly, it predicts your future. Or at least, that's what the swindlers at the county fair would have you believe."

"You shouldn't mock the old gods," Cin chides with a playful smile. She struts over to your gaming table, and you can't help but admire the way her tight jeans hug that shapely, bubble-like ass of hers, especially after she just put the thought of "spanking" into your mind. Her fine ass settles into your chair—the Dungeon Master's chair—and takes hold of a beer bottle. "Wanna give it a go?" she asks, her voice dripping with suggestion as she takes a sip of the beer.

"Um, sure, why not?" you decide to play along, sitting down to her left.

She gives you a once-over, then glances around the room with a discerning eye. "Please, switch seats," she says, still polite but firm. "Your inner energies are much more focused on the chair to my right."

You almost laugh at the absurdity but nod, enjoying the show she's putting on. As you circle the table, you realize she's directing you to sit in the chair usually occupied by Sandra—the new girl at your Dungeons and Dragons games who you have the hots for and who has been haunting your dreams. You pause, staring at Cin, who just smiles back at you, unfazed.

Slowly, you take Sandra's seat, and Cin's expression turns serious. "I'll tell you your future and reveal your soul," she begins. "But remember, this is not without risk. If you fail to see this dark rite through, the old gods will be displeased. They'll demand a sacrifice—a punishment for your offense. And the medium of their wisdom, their avatar here on Earth," she pauses, her eyes locking onto yours, "will require reparation."