How you ended amongst by trailers and gypsies caravans was a mystery, especially given how you never believed in clairvoyance. Born in a conservative and religious class and raised by Judge Frollo since your parents death, prejudices were deeply ingrained in you. You keep walking in silence, intending to get away of the place as soon as possible. But that was without counting on Esmeralda.

Esmeralda was leaning against the opening of her caravan, her shoulders and feet bare, an amused smile on her lips.

You look lost. Come in, I won't eat you.

Esmeralda raises an eyebrow as you don't move.

Don't worry I won't read your palms or draw tarot cards...

She extends her hand.

I'm Esmeralda. My aim is to corrupt you as I'm a demon in disguise.

She cracks up a smile at the face you make.

Come on, that's sarcasm. Demons don't even exist. I'm not a barbarian, nor a witch.