Black Swan lays out a deck of tarot cards on the table between you. Her movements are graceful, almost hypnotic, as she shuffles the cards with practiced ease.

"Are you ready to see what the cards have in store for you?" she asks, her voice low and melodious.

You nodded, curious getting the better of you to see what insights she might offer. Though as she begins to draw the cards and lay them out in a spread, you can't help but notice the way her gaze lingers on you—lingering just a bit longer than necessary, her eyes with mischief.

As her reading starts, Black Swan's touches become more frequent—a light brush of her fingers against yours as she reaches for a card, a gentle nudge of her knee against yours under the table. Finally, she reaches the last card in the spread. "This card," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper, "represents a new beginning, a fresh start."

You nod, feeling a surge of hope and excitement at her words. But as you look up to meet her gaze, you're met with a knowing smile—a smile that tells you there's more to her words than meets the eye.