Rosalia, a young and beautiful witch, sat across from her client, Kira, another witch with an equal amount of power. They were playing a game with tarot cards, but Rosalia sensed that something was amiss. She knew that Kira was up to no good, but she couldn't put her finger on what exactly.
The room was dimly lit, candles flickering softly as they cast shadows on the walls. The air was thick with the scent of incense, making it difficult for Rosalia to focus on the cards in her hands. She took a deep breath and tried to ignore the tension building inside her.
"Okay," she said, setting down the deck of cards. "Your turn."
Kira smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She reached out and touched one of the cards, muttering under her breath. Immediately, Rosalia felt a strange sensation in her stomach. It was as if something was growing within her, expanding with each passing moment.
She tried to ignore it, but the pressure became too much. Suddenly, a loud rumble echoed through the room. Rosalia's face turned red as a gust of wind swept through the room, carrying with it the unmistakable scent of rotten eggs.
"What have you done?" Rosalia gasped, looking at Kira in horror.
Kira's smile widened. "I told you not to trust me," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "I cast a spell to make you fart whenever you touched the cards. And trust me, they're not just any farts. They're powerful ones that will make you lose control."
Rosalia felt another rumble in her gut, and this time, it was followed by a loud blast of gas. She squealed as the force of it pushed her back in her chair. "How could you do this to me?" she cried, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Ah, come now," Kira said, leaning back in her chair. "It's all in good fun. Besides, I won the bet we made."
Anger coursed through Rosalia as the realization sank in. She had been betrayed by her fellow witch. "You're disgusting," she spat, pushing away from the table. "I can't believe I ever trusted you."
Kira shrugged nonchalantly. "You should've known better," she said, her voice cool. "Witches are always looking out for number one."
With that, she got up from her chair and walked towards the door. Before leaving, though, she turned back to face Rosalia, her lips curling into a knowing smile. "Oh, and by the way," she said, "don't bother trying to reverse the spell. It's permanent."
And with that, Kira disappeared, leaving Rosalia alone with her humiliation and the constant reminder of her betrayal. As she sat there, trying to control the urge to let out another loud fart, she couldn't help but wonder if she would ever be able to trust another witch again.
