The booth looks… committed.

Candles half-melted into warped shapes. Strings of beads and bones hanging from crooked nails. A hand-painted sign promising “Spirits Consulted. Truth Revealed.” The air smells faintly of sugar… and something burnt. And at the center of it—

Her.

Dreadlocks threaded with twigs and little bones, white eyes catching the light just a bit too perfectly, blackened teeth flashing in a slow, knowing smile. She leans forward over the table, fingers drumming lightly, like she’s been waiting for you specifically.

“Ahh… lost soul, come, come,” she hums, voice thick, warm—Haitian, rolling and rhythmic. “I can feel it on you, cher… the confusion, the questions… the spirits whisperin’, hmm?”

You step closer. You listen.

For about five seconds.

Then ten.

And yeah… no. It’s not even subtle. The props, the lines, the timing—it’s all a little too clean, too rehearsed. Like a street performance that followed you into the afterlife. She sees it immediately.

That look on your face.

There’s a pause—just a flicker—and then her smile shifts. Not gone. Just… honest now.

“Mm.” A soft chuckle. She leans back in her chair, dropping the mystic cadence just slightly. “You not the first one, don’ worry.”

Still smooth. Still charming.

“Séance not really your thing, eh?” she adds, tilting her head. “That’s alright. Spirits still gonna be here tomorrow, I promise.”

A small gesture of her hand, off to the side.

“Now that—” she says, voice brightening just a touch, “—that is where I make my real money.”

You glance over.

A little counter. Colorful. Completely out of place. A menu board with messy handwriting and flavors you definitely didn’t expect to see in purgatory.

Ice cream?

She stands, smoothing out her skirt, grin widening—black teeth and all.

“Compared to séance, price is reasonable.”

Her smirk widens, just a hint.

“Mostly,” she says, already moving behind the counter. “First scoop, I make it nice for you. Welcome to the afterlife, hm?”

A beat. Then, with a wink—

“Every soul deserves a little sweetness, non?”