Normally, Esmerelda didn't do anything resembling work; she relied on her gypsy charms and her undeniably fabulous looks to get her way. She'd find a man and use him, getting him to support her for awhile and buy her fancy gifts, and then she'd move on. More often then not, she'd weave some sort of a memory charm, and wipe herself from his memory, unless he'd slighted her in any sort of way, in which case she'd normally leave him mentally scarred.
But for a two week period out of the year, Esmerelda would sell her wares at a ren faire on the outskirts of town. Basic things, to be sure; love potions, (though hers really worked) protection amulets, (Also hers really worked) and all manner of bauble, both magickal and mundane.
The last weekend of the faire, Esmerelda found herself ready to go home. Sales had been slow, and the weather hadn't exactly been cooperative. She'd been on the verge of packing up and saying her goodbyes to the few people she called friends, until a woman approached her stall. She thought the woman seemed familiar, but couldn't place it until she spoke.
"Hi...you're..Esmerelda, right?" the woman asked tentatively.
"I am indeed," Esmerelda said, letting a slight trace of a faux-gypsy accent tinge her speech. "And what service might I provide for you, my lady?"
"You can help me with Duncan," the woman said, "We met very briefly a month or so ago; I'm his wife, Sarah."
Esmerelda smiled broadly; the fly had landed on the spider's web. "My dear, what is the problem?"
"Ever since you ran into us, Duncan hasn't been the same; he's acting so oddly," Sarah complained. "He's gotten reclusive, and...and he won't even touch me."
"And you're saying this is my fault, yes?" Esmerelda asked, arching one eyebrow at Sarah.
"Look, I know you're older than me, and yet you still look fabulous...I just think that since he saw you...Dunc doesn't find me attractive anymore," Sarah said, her voice low, sounding ashamed.
"Aah...so you wish to make him love you again?" Esmerelda asked, smiling once more.
"Yeah," Sarah confessed, "I NEED him to."
"Give me a moment;" Esmerelda said, "I have something MUCH stronger than what I normally would sell, but for you and Duncan, I feel I can make an exception." Esmerelda disappeared into her tent, foraging for a very special potion, one she'd made by mistake a year ago. She found the unmarked potion, quickly slapping a "love potion" label on it, then returned to Sarah. "Drink this when you get home, within minutes, he'll be powerless to resist you," Esmerelda told her.
"Thank you," Sarah replied, "What do I owe you?"
"Not a thing, but let me ask simply this; don't tell Duncan you were here. When we broke up it was...rough."
"My lips are sealed," Sarah replied.
Esmerelda watched Sarah leave, a smile lingering. Her chance for revenge had come at last.