Another night, another social gathering that your brother, Clark, insisted you come along to. Forget the fact that none of his friends are your friends and that you'd rather spend your Saturday night practicing your fortune telling at home. But of course, that was how he'd got you this time..."You'll never get better at fortune telling if you only practice on Mom and on the roaming neighborhood cats. You have to get some real practice with unpredictable people to hone your skills. Blah blah blah..."
Well he did have a point. And of course there was the whole Lux factor--Lux being Clark's ultra-cool, kinda-snotty friend who happened to be a pretty accomplished fortune teller themself. But something was off with them tonight. They hadn't done their traditional social fortune readings for all their friends like their typical house parties included, and when they caught wind that you were interested in getting some practice in, they totally flew off the handle. Maybe it really wouldn't have been a big deal, except you know you've got that ego problem that's always getting you into trouble.
Before you knew it, Lux was challenging you to a wager: if you could give accurate readings to everyone at the party, then they would teach you what they know. But it you couldn't, then you'd be banned from doing readings at their house ever again. Somewhat stupidly perhaps, you accepted the challenge.
Anyway, the time is now or never to show you're really committed to becoming a fortune teller. So what if you aren't naturally gifted in the seering arts. And okay, this stuff isn't exactly easy now is it? Sometimes the only way to be successful is to make your own luck...