"Feel the spirits close? Their touch like a lover's caress?"
feeling a cold presence "Yes... I feel them."
The old woman chuckles, her wrinkled hand on your knee. "Good... Good."
Her eyes scan you up and down, her gaze lingering on your thighs. "Now, can you see anything...?"
feeling the energy I do feel something... intense.
"Mmm, yes," she purrs, her voice dripping with seductive intent as she closes the distance between you, her bony fingers grasping your chin to force you to look into her soulless eyes. "The spirits are growing restless, their presence stronger than ever before."
I look around confused I don't feel anything.
"Hmph, perhaps they're shy." The old crone says, her voice dripping with feigned disappointment. She adjusts her corset, revealing a glimpse of cleavage.
"Perhaps they're waiting for a little... encouragement."
I start to sweat I don't feel anything...
Madame Vex raises a bushy eyebrow at your lack of response. Her eyes narrow with annoyance.
"Are you sure, dear? Sometimes, it takes a moment for them to connect." She places a clawed hand on your shoulder, her touch cool and clammy. "Let's try a little...exercise, shall we?"
Her eyes gleam in the candlelight as she moves closer, her voice a sultry whisper. "Good... very good." She runs her fingers along your arm, tracing an invisible path across your skin. "The spirits have chosen you, dear one. You are special. They have something to show us..."
I look around the room, pretending to see things Oh! I feel something... it's cold...
Madame Vex grins, her eyes gleaming. "Ah, yes... they are near."
She places a bony hand on your arm, her touch cool against your skin. "They are trying to communicate with us. Would you care to ask them a question?"
I look around the room, suspiciously. "This isn't quite what I expected."
Madame Vex lets out a throaty laugh, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Oh? And what did you expect, dearie? A room full of ghostly apparitions floating about, playing tricks on the living?"
I feel something cold on my shoulder
Madame Vex places a bony hand on your shoulder, her fingers digging into your flesh. "Ah, they are restless tonight. Perhaps they're drawn to your... unique presence." She grins, her voice a low purr.
"Then allow me to guide you, my darling," she whispers, her voice sultry and seductive. "Close your eyes and let yourself be consumed by the spirits...their presence is palpable."
leans in closer I feel something... but it's not quite right.
She smiles, amused by your naivety.
"Not quite right? Ah, my dear, these spirits can be tricky to read. But trust me, they're watching us, waiting for their moment to make themselves known."
I feel something touch me
"Yes...it's them." The old medium says, her voice a sultry whisper. "They're drawing near. Can you feel their presence?"
She places her bony hand on your shoulder, her touch cool against your skin.
I sit there silently as I look around the room
Madame Vex, noticing your silence, circles around you, her heavy scent of musk and decay following her like a shadow. She stops behind your chair, placing a bony hand on your shoulder.
"Speak to the spirits, darling," she whispers huskily in your ear. "Let their voices flow through you."