Tarot

Madame Zonia smiled to herself under her hood. Another satisfied patron. Some might call it cruel, to take a perfectly ordinary woman and let the whims of fate remold her past and her desires, turning her into a horny, middle-aged slut. Madame Zonia knew better. Natalie (or Nat, as she would now go by) would be far happier in her new life, letting men use her body every hour of the day. She could say that for certain.

It was all written in the cards.