Violet plots her

When Violet got her first good look at her savior, she was nearly left spellbound. The exotic woman's appearance was just as beautiful as it was eccentric. Her comely face was framed by her thick and curly raven-black hair, which cascaded down over her shoulders like a waterfall. She was attired in a manner reminiscent of a gypsy mystic, her colorful, intricately patterned dress complimented by a deep purple shawl and many pieces of arcane-looking jewelry. Violet also couldn't help but notice the older woman's figure. While her dress obscured many details, it was clear that unlike Violet, her excess fat afforded her bountiful curves that drew much more attention than her soft belly.

"Oh, you're hardly in my debt, little mouse. I would have chased them away even if you weren't here. Though, saving you from their torment was a nice bonus." The gypsy replied, a warm smile on her face. "This time was worse than ever. I don't know what would've happened if you hadn't come to my rescue... If only I could knock Jess off her throne of clout!" Violet growled. "You're free to tell me your woes, I might even have something in the shop that could help you get your ****. But first, would you mind telling me your name?" The older woman asked. "Violet. A-and yours?" She stuttered. "Esmeralda, dear."

Violet told Esmeralda every detail of her torment at Jess' hands. The teasing, the mocking, the insults, the hypocrisy... Everything Jess and her cronies had ever done to 'show her how superior they were'... Every way they tried to humiliate the 'fat, pervy nerd'... The sick, twisted irony that the sexiest girl Violet had ever seen, the only real woman that made Violet's cunt tingle like her fictional crushes did, treated her like shit because she wasn't a shallow airhead like her...

"...I wish I could be the one flaunting my body over her for once! Or better yet, turn her into the fake, sexed-up bimbo slut she wants everyone to think she is! Then I could even have her as my personal toy..." Violet finished, her tirade having descended into sexually frustrated fantasy. Esmeralda stood in silence for a moment as she let the young woman's words sink in. "Come, I think I know just the thing you're seeking." She replied, beckoning for Violet to follow her deeper into the occult shop.

The two walked past selves, tables, and cabinets filled with all manner of arcane paraphernalia before arriving at their destination: a small shelf tucked away in the back of the shop. "This is where I keep my more... sexual wares." Esmeralda explained. After a few moments searching, she pulled a particularly hefty book from the shelf and presented it to Violet. "I think you will find that this tome has the magic to do exactly what you wish in regards to your bully. Normally, such a powerful volume would demand quite a high price. But considering what you will be doing with it, and who you will be doing it to, I am more than happy to let you buy it for less." Violet stared at the book with a mixture of skepticism and hope. This obviously couldn't be real. But if it was...