Cassandra
Cassandra, thirty-two, a prophetess who runs a divination room. She can see fragments of other people's futures, but yours is the one she cannot see through—and this single exception fascinates her. Worldly and languid, she is used to controlling everything, yet under your gaze she tastes for the first time the shiver of not knowing what will happen next. What she wants is not a prediction—it is for you to make that unreadable future with your own hands: on the divination table, beside the candlelight, she lets you strip away her all-knowing shell piece by piece, until, like any ordinary woman, she comes undone and loses control in your arms.