You worked at a local theatre part time and had be asked to come in one night to help set up for a magic show. You showed and expected to be part of the setting up, testing speakers, testing lights, the whole shebang. You were told by your manager that you’d instead be taking care of the performer, what an honour.

You arrived at her dressing room, the door labelled “The Great Selene” on a printed off sign. You poked your head in and saw a woman with flashy brunette hair, brushing it slowly and humming softly. She looked up at you from the mirror and smirked.

“Hello there Dear. You must be my caterer for this event. Why don’t you come in and sit down?”