Aziza shrugged. "Fell in love with the wrong person. What's yours?"
"You know the history here?"
"Of course."
"I was at the party."
"Sorry."
"Want to hear about it?"
"Sure"
"She thought I had too much of an ego. She made it so me and my girlfriend Jennifer--she was the one who threw the party--can't look into a mirror, any reflective surface, really, without falling in love with ourselves. It's hard to explain."
"Oh, I get it. Could you do me a favor?"
"Sure"
"See over there?" Aziza pointed to the mirror over the bar, and before Tom could check himself he turned to it. Oh no, he thought, and then he noticed that he wasn't looking at himself. Something else.
"Yes" said Aziza "My breasts do offer a nice view."
"But. Wait. How" sputtered Tom. "Oh my God. You're the Kind Lady. Thank you!"
"I have been called that, yes" responded Aziza "But my name is actually Aziza. And yes, you're welcome. Your curse is lifted."
"Can you help Jennifer? She really needs it a lot more than me."
"Jennifer's on the list. But there are some cases I want to take care of here, plus we're not finished with you yet."
"What do you mean?" Tom was starting to blush.
"You were helpless. You couldn't protect Jennifer or yourself. Every time you were with a woman, you went back to that moment of helplessness. Eventually, you just gave up, didn't you?"
Aziza had cast a divination spell before entering Glendale, and one thing was clear--that she would need to move beyond her exclusively lesbian sexuality. She was pansexual now and there was no denying that Tom was an attractive male.
"How did you know? I've never seen you before."
"Sorceress, remember? I'm at the Motel 6 down the street. I sure would appreciate the pleasure of your company."