Zoya had spent the better part of an hour alone. Night was darkening the sky quickly and she was sure that they would close early this evening. Too dark, too cold, and too foggy for people to be wandering about, she thought. Shuffling her cards idly, she looked down and laid out a quick spread for herself. Her eyes taking in the cards quickly, she mentally filed them away for later. The walls of the tent rustled noisily as the breeze picked up, and she was about to get up to start putting her things away, when a man appeared in the doorway.<br/><br/>Taking him in, he looked somewhat young to her. Dressed in just jeans and a black t-shirt, she could tell he was chilled from the night air. "Good evening, sir. Welcome to my little home away from home, as it were. Come in, come in..." she said, rising to greet him. "How much for a fortune, you ask? Well, my dear, my fortune only costs as much as you are willing to give." She gestured to the small chair in front of her table and moved quickly to tie down the open flap of the tent. "I hope you don't mind, the wind is so chilly tonight!"<br/><br/>Tossing a log into the brazier in the corner, she smiled at her visitor before returning to her seat. "Now, what can I do for you tonight? A quick fortune? A reading? Perhaps there is some new girl you are interested in, yes? Tell Madame Zoya what you want, and she shall provide..." Her eyes sparkled in the low light from the fire and her smile was warm and inviting. Beginning to shuffle the card already, she awaited his reply...