Madame watched as the stranger entered her tent somewhat clumsily. It happens during the day, the shock from bright day light to dusky tent causing the eyes to strain to adjust.<em>A suit?</em>she thought.<em>I wonder what sort of trouble he's in.</em><br/><br/>She tried to keep her face stoic, but couldn't help one corner of her mouth lifting at his obvious distress.<br/><br/>"Yes, I am Madame Zoya. Welcome to my tent...I can certainly read your fortune, good sir, for a price much smaller than the cost of your soul." At this, she smiled, a twinkle in her eye as she debated toying with the gentleman. Sighing softly, she continued, "I leave it up to you how much you pay me, sir, but pay you must. Even if it is just a penny, my services must be paid for...I assume you're good for it."<br/><br/>She waved her hand toward the chair across from her and picked up the deck of cards before her. "Please, have a seat. Tell me, do you have a specific question you would like to ask? Or shall we leave it up to fate?" She grinned brightly at this, flashing her straight white teeth at him. "You may tell me what troubles you, but I do not need that information to give you a reading." She began to shuffle the cards, awaiting his reply.