Gingerly, the young witch's manicured fingers reached out to pluck the small stack of cards from his fingertips. With careful poise, she arranged the cards in front of her in a pattern meaningful only to the young witch. Carefully she flipped them over, those illustrated cards almost seemed to glisten in the dim light that surrounded them though the intricacies of each somehow lost in the low light. Her eyebrows furrowed as she began to interpret their unique meanings, piecing it together in a somehow more coherent story. She was oblivious to the scowl that crossed his features. She glanced up only once she'd completed that reading, his features poised in something far more bemused. The lazy draw to his baritone voice prompted the girl's head to tilt inquisitively to the side. Interesting? Did that mean that, for him, these cards were grossly inaccurate? Her lips pursed together in contemplation, her companion's line of questioning following her own line of thought and audibly, the young woman couldn't help but to sigh. That was ever the question with a deck, wasn't it? Finding the one that coincided just right with her own unique brand of magic. So many decks simply did not have the energy to harmonize properly, her readings with those sporadic at best. But this deck? This one was....unique.

Serafina's elbow rose to the bartop, her head leaned against the palm of her hand as her stormy gaze returned towards the cards in front of her. "I'm not sure yet." She admitted after a moment. "It's a new deck. We're still getting to know one another but...I can feel the magic in them..unlike other cards." For a moment, Serafina was silent as she stared at those cards, the tower somehow seeming more...fiery beneath the weight of her gaze. Her head shook slightly, a single hand reaching out to easily swipe the cards together into a small, messy deck before she worked on righting them all and neatly placing them with the rest. "At the very least, your future was far better than mine. They told me I had a dark journey ahead of me that was going to destroy my entire world view." Serafina remarked darkly, the girl clearly unimpressed by the fate those cards whispered of. Still, it could have been worse. She could have drawn the Hanged Man or the Devil. The witch shook her head ever so slightly, her fingers diligently sliding the cards back into the box which they had come from.

It was his baritone voice that drew Serafina's gaze upwards and back towards the man, her head bobbing silently by way of response as she reached for her martini. That inquiry was hardly...unusual by any sense and yet she was sure she caught a hint of intrigue. "Oh, you know, it's your typical occult shop. Crystals, incense, candles, sage, that sort of thing. Most are...completely mundane but....I have some genuine bespelled items or...I do custom orders if you're looking for something...specific." The weight of her stormy gaze turned inquisitively towards the man, her brow pitched upwards in a vague hint of curiousness. "You know...good luck charms...amulets for success..." Her hand reached out, one poised finger pressed lightly against his chest as she leaned forward, her voice somehow more sultry in that moment. "...whatever your heart desires...for the right price, of course." She provided him with an almost mischievous wink, before the girl leaned back in her seat, content to sip on her martini as if she'd never invaded his personal space in the first place. Her gaze, however, never once left him, Serafina nothing if not curious as she pressed upon his boundaries, those ghosts that had once set her so on edge had hardly wavered, nor had they seemingly noticed the girl's capability of seeing them and Serafina, in turn, was content to her enjoy those brief moments of anonymity.

It was his comment of payment, however, that finally caused the corner of her lips to twitch upwards in a simper. "Cash, if you don't mind." She purred, her hand extending, palm upwards, in that clear universal sign. Truly, such a reading was hardly worth much, as far as Serafina thought, and yet, she was willing to take whatever he was willing to give. It was capitalism at its finest, wasn't it?

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