The other sister had a decidedly more serene  reaction, saying quietly, "I'll cast a divination on it.  Perhaps I can find some us some alternate inspiration."  A small smirk, and the woman found a clear area of floor, producing some incense and a candle from her shoulder bag.  Setting it up, she lit it and then knelt in front of the hazy, rather pungent-smelling smoke.  Before starting to chant the incantation and weave her fingers through the rising smoke, Cara took a moment to complain internally.  Why did so many rituals use incense, anyway?  She didn't even -like- incense.  How was something that smelled like a burned vanilla cake supposed to help you focus or appeal to the spirits?  And what was the point of the contortions?  Cara's leading theory was that the spirits just kept betting on what kinds of dumb things they could make people do in return for magic next.<br/><br/>Shaking the thought off to concentrate on the spell itself, the ripe blonde on her knees began to gyrate slowly as she chanted, her torso swiveling at the hips while she pushed her hands through the thick, smelly smoke as though trying to swim upwards, the overall effect being not too unlike a bellydancer doing part of a floor routine.  Words that were nonsense even to her spilled from her list, repeating certain phrases in a language that was inextricably tied to the occult.  As the magic took hold and a glow began to suffuse the smoke and weave in between her fingers, feeling the attention of beings beyond the mortal veil sparing her just a fleeting moment of their insight, she posed the question:  "What would be the most beneficial method for me to make contacts who will be useful towards my goals in the nearest city's underworld?"<br/><br/>The answer formed on a breeze that blew through the room, words whispering uncannily around them as the aromatic smoke swirled and curled around Cara's body like the caress of a spirits' fingers:  "Lesbian Brothel, Holy Dungeon, Dead Protest."  The woman shivered with a tingle down her spine as the spell discharged and ended, the mystical energy leaving her.  Putting out the remaining lengths of incense stick, she gathered herself back to her feet and looked at the others with a light shrug, "So there you have it, the wisdom of the heavens.  The course of action is clear!"  The blonde snickered at her own joke.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>