You watch the wheel turn with a slightly apathetic gaze finding the prizes to be fairly trivial. The wheel jerks to a stop rather suddenly on a yellow stripe which perplexes you, but it doesn't particularly matter.
"Congratulations child! You've won this old document."
You look down to see a scarcely yellowing pad of paper being slid across the table. With a smile and a nod, you take your prize and read it as you meander further into the carnival. At first the language is disorienting with some legal jargon regarding the definition of parties in regards to what seems to be some sort of contract, but the finer points just seem to bore you until your name is mentioned. A doubletake and some more extensive studying worries you as you turn the pages only to find a final summary signature dictating the terms of the title.
With clauses on changes and wishes and whims, the contract claims to give whoever signs and initials the title full ownership of your mind, body, and soul to do with as they please.