TL was happy to see Madame Zoya would give him an extra reading and his eys brightened with happiness. There was some chance of success, some chance of changing everything. Not only was he paying attention to her hands, but also to her face, her semblance, her cheeks, her lips, her eyes. A deep lustfull thought began to build inside the man but he would behave just as Madame Zoia expected him to do. Maybe that devil would mean something directed to that exact moment.<br/><br/>However, the worst was coming.<br/><br/>As Madame Zoia explained, TL's face saddened. He needed so much a good news that her account was almost despairing. Hope existed, but a man cannot survive only from hope - he needs flesh, he needs to meet his desires, he needs someone to look after his fire. There was no one around.<br/><br/>Sadly, TL grabbed her hands and closed her eyes trying to get that good vibe again.<br/><br/>"Thank you, Madame Zoia. Maybe it is time for me to leave.", he said with a heavy voice. He was trembling, the fortune teller could feel it for sure. Still with his eyes closed, he continued. "But I thank you for helping me. If I question on these cards, I believe I will only anticipate and increase my suffering. Anything else I should know, Madame Zoia?"