Raven (
trigons_child) wrote in
fandomtownies2011-09-10 09:03 pm
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Raven's Decadent Delights, Saturday evening
The nuns of Azarath had raised Raven to be good, to not abuse her powers, to not use them on others without their permission except in emergencies. But Fandom had changed all that. There were so many people with so many desperate needs -- for love, for comfort, for joy. And she could provide that.
For a price, of course.
She'd become very wealthy selling the feelings she created. At first it was just for her customers themselves, an afternoon of euphoria or the ending of a sorrow. But then some started to ask her to use her powers on others. Make them afraid. Make them fall in love. It didn't matter as long as she was paid.
She opened up the shop, lounging on her velvet chaise, popping grapes in her mouth as she waited to see what customers the night would bring.
[Anyone in need of an empathic whammy, come on in. ;) ]
For a price, of course.
She'd become very wealthy selling the feelings she created. At first it was just for her customers themselves, an afternoon of euphoria or the ending of a sorrow. But then some started to ask her to use her powers on others. Make them afraid. Make them fall in love. It didn't matter as long as she was paid.
She opened up the shop, lounging on her velvet chaise, popping grapes in her mouth as she waited to see what customers the night would bring.
[Anyone in need of an empathic whammy, come on in. ;) ]

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