The smoke-filled lair of Dormeria was metaphorically ablaze with activity - fairies of all shapes and sizes whizzed around the musty air, occasionally stopping to admire one of the crystalline statues that populated the walls, and stopping to pick up pouches of decidedly questionable substances before whizzing off through the veiled entrance. Meanwhile, the unmistakable form of the resident Gorgon peered over a stone cauldron, mixing sweet-smelling liquids and flowers and herbs together into what would be a potent concoction. The recipient of the brew was stood a few paces away from Dormeria, sure not to gaze upon her face, idly fidgeting with the coinpurse that he held - obviously frightened that one or more of the fairies would take it from him before he could offer payment to the alchemist working her magic.
"To fall in love, or to fall in lust?" came the sultry-sounding voice, calling from the cauldron and turning her head to face the young man. He quickly averted his gaze in a panic, not wanting to even chance looking into Dormeria's eyes, before stammering out a "... lust, please..." and blushing fiercely, matching the shade of the ruby statuette beside him.
"Hmm... Yes, I know what you seek. He's very pretty, but his persuasions are... A little different to your own. I understand. Do you want him to remember?"
"... Can you make him like it?"
"There are few things I cannot do, little one... The question is - how will you pay? My prices are steep for services so potent as what you desire, and I do not always accept mere gold."
His blush reddened even further and his breathing intensified. What if he couldn't pay her with the money he had? What if she didn't want gold? He couldn't afford any more than he had, and if he failed to pay... His life in Tiaquin would be ruined, he'd never st-
"But I can make you an offer, little Niall. I want you to take my potion and enjoy the night it will give you - and after you and he are both spent and lying on whatever surface you choose to defile, you will take a single lock of his hair and bring it to me... And then you will find a stranger in the streets - one who is enjoying Tiaquin's vibrant night life - and bring him to me. I desire another statuette for my collection." She almost taunted, interrupting his little panic with a small flask carved out of diamond that looked exactly like a rose. It was more valuable than anything the boy could ever have offered her, but Dormeria's motives were unknowable - why she would help the young lad at cost to her was a mystery to all but the gorgon herself.
"... Okay... But w-"
"Shh... Take it and put these concerns to the side while you enjoy your night. Our business can be concluded after you have used my potion."
And with that, the young boy left the hazy room. Dormeria's next customer could be just as lucky, or perhaps it was unlucky? She could never remember how her little bargains ended up for parties that were not her.