(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

She was incredibly attractive; sharp-featured and smooth-skinned, with an
earth-colored gown that served to accentuate her pale flesh and gray-black
hair. There was some intangible aura about her that made me want to speak
to her, and I had to bite down on my tongue to stop the bumbling words on
its tip that would've passed my lips otherwise. I stood up, and she glanced at
me coyly, then gave a knowing smile.
"I am Unfulfilled-Desire. You want something... yesss?" She hissed the 'yes',
drawing it out slowly, sensually, from between her teeth. Her voice was
breathy, with a whisper of a slur, "I can help. Name your desire, and I shall
provide it."
"I looooove the Festhall," Morte beamed.
The woman ignored Morte, her eyes locked with mine. She smiled, awaiting
my response.
"What do you have that I might want?"
"All that you might want lies within my reach. What little I do not possess, I
can obtain. Speak your desire..."
"I want my memories returned - all of them."
She smiled. "Much may be forgotten in a lifetime... and much more, in
several lifetimes. I can help you." She studied my face closely, "Come into
my parlor... and we shall negotiate."
I looked back to the others. Annah's lips were pulled back into a
disapproving scowl, but she said nothing.
Unfulfilled-Desire's apartments reminded me of a dusty old antique in the
corner of a store. Well-decorated, skillfully done in technical terms, but
bland and half-forgotten in the broader scheme of things. Compared to her,
the furnishings melted away into indistinct and ever more irrelevant
surroundings.
"Explain to me the ways in which you want these memories. Speak to me
your craving, and I shall speak to you of the price."
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