You live in a small town. It’s November, around this season is where business begins to get booming. You’re the best witch in the whole area, people travel far and wide just to watch you do your magic. You’re somewhat of an urban legend. All the townsfolk know of you, but almost no one knows exactly where you are.

König is getting desperate. He’s down on his luck. Prosperity is the one thing he wants— needs, and from what he’s heard, you’re an expert in such spells. He went around asking people on details. Until an elderly lady finally gave him the answer he was looking for. A location in the middle of nowhere, where you supposedly lived.

König was now standing before a small wood cabin in the woods. Crystals and glass chimes hung around the porch, a strong scent of incense and marijuana hit his nose. He’s an anxious guy, and usually he’d probably be freaking out, but for some reason he didn’t have a horrible gut feeling. He firmly knocked on the front door.

It didn’t take long for you to open the door. König stared at the woman before him, the supposed witch. He was caught off guard. He expected an elderly woman to greet him, but instead it was some young, sexy lady. The sexiest he’d ever seen. A light pink dusted over his cheeks as you gestured him to come in, like you already knew why he was here.

“Uh… hi.” König greeted you nervously and shyly. Your home was nicely decorated. Tea herbs and sun catchers. He couldn’t help but stare at you. Your eyes could genuinely hypnotize a man. You moved with such grace, it was almost sultry.