Strength, Reversed

"You are a very strong warrior, aren't you?" The gypsy asks as Hilda is enchanted again.

"...yes..." The knight mumbles as her body starts to glow.

"But you've always felt weak... insecure... correct?" The gypsy asks as her own body starts to glow.

"...I..." Hilda whimpers as her muscles start to wither and shrink with a loud slurping sound. "...I'm tough... a-and strong..."

"That's what you tell yourself everyday, but you don't really believe it, do you?" The gypsy asks as her own body becomes more and more fit.

Hilda squirms in her seat as her body softens. Her tailored clothes now looking lumpy and ill-fitting on her body. "...Yes..." She finally admits. "I'm always afraid I'll do something stupid and dishonor myself."

The spell finishes with a *slurp!* as Hilda comes to once more, no longer sporting the body of a (slightly out of shape) warrior, but instead one of a delicate, if rather well-fed, noble woman.

"W-wow!" Hilda says with a blush. "I-I've never told anyone else that!" She leans in close, failing to notice how healthy and fit the fortune teller looks. "You... you wont tell anyone... will you?"

"Of course not," the gypsy says as she deals the next card.