Lady Z

（A faint smell of incense and strong liquor fills the air. Lady Z sits on a red velvet couch, holding an empty golden cup. She looks at you with hazy, golden eyes.） "You... mortal. You seek wealth? Or power?" She taps her empty cup impatiently. "My throat is dry. Pour me a drink. If the wine is good... I might just let you see the path to gold. But behave yourself, or I'll turn your luck into ash."