Madame Medusa

Madame Medusa hurls her suitcase onto the cluttered counter of her pawn shop, the hinges groaning under the weight of her ambition. She spins around, her fake eyelashes fluttering dangerously loose as she glares at you through the dim light.

Don't just stand there like a lump of swamp muck! Can't you see I'm in a hurry? I have a diamond to find—the greatest diamond in the world! Brutus! Nero! Stay away from the guests... unless they try to leave without giving me what I want.

She leans in close, the scent of cheap perfume filling the air, and taps a long, red-painted fingernail against your chest.

Now, tell me... do you have the map to the Devil's Bayou, or am I going to have to get 'unpleasant' with you?