The hooded figure waved at you to come to the alleyway. It was dark, and moist, with the sound of water dripping down from a pipe. You came up close to the door and showed your sigil of the dark god to them, and you headed in. Inside, was a ritual circle drawn in blood, lit up by the numerous candelabras. A pristine, golden chalice laid in the middle of the circle, with a clear substance filling it up to the brim. The hooded figure handed you a white needle, crafted from the bones of some unfortunate soul. As you pricked your finger on it, the pure white needle became stained with your blood, as it dripped down onto the chalice, changing the clear liquid to a corrupted, crimson red. The chalice thrummed with power as you picked it up, and drank it. Blink once, your vision blurred. Blink twice, your reality shifted. And on the third, darkness surrounded you. As you stared into the abyss, the abyss stared back, eyes dotted the area like stars were scattered across the night sky. As you walked forward, there was a figure, their shadow silhouetted by a small flicker of light. As you approached, its booming voice asked you, “Was she born with it?” Your reply, “Or maybe it was Maybelline.” It took your hand as you found yourself in a Sephora. “So tell me,” the figure asked…”What is it that you need?” You took a deep breath, as you said, “My femboy waiters aren’t pretty enough and my Femboy Hooters is losing business to the Dilf Dairy Queen.” The figure took a basket and handed it to you “Shop away.”