Post by King Thedriol on Jan 8, 2006 20:56:35 GMT
As you push back the lilac drapes and enter the fortune tellers small purple tent, you are greeted by the overwhelming smell of incense burning, and a rather strangely dressed woman in a deep blue turban. She indicates a small oak table with one of her long crimson fingernails, where a large crystal orb sits in the centre. She invites you to sit with her, on plush plum coloured cushions and experience the mystical art of fortune telling...