The Sensual Serpent

Vashite returned to her hotel later feeling defeated. She angrily flung her clothes into Louis Vuitton suitcases. As she packed, she suddenly felt extremely drowsy and light headed. When most of her clothes were packed, she decided to take a break and rest. She was so exhausted she didn't stop to change into her sleep clothes. A few minutes passed, her eyes became hazy and next darkness followed. She was unaware of how long she slept after that.

Apparently, when she awoke, she realized she was no longer in her 5 star hotel suite! All of her belongings were there, but she was lying on a prickly, unconfortable straw cot in a small dirty shack. She stood up, stretched, and checked her surroundings with the light of her smartphone. The floors in the shack were dirt. The walls were faded, rotting wood. She also realized that there was no bathroom when she wanted to brush her teeth. All she had was a old wooden bucket filled with water sitting on a shelf; there was no indoor plumbing. This was terrible. She had never lain in such horrid conditions! Not even in Haiti.

Outside of the shack, the sun had just come up. She noticed she was in a strange bustling large village. It was filthy and unsanitary. Rotten animal carcasses were lying about the ground. The air was filled with the strong smell of body odor, dirty animals, piss, and shit. She observed a man tossing a wooden pail filled urine and feces from his window onto the streets. Vashite coughed and gagged at the strong, pungent odors. When she could no longer stand it, she vomited the contents of her stomach everywhere. The ragged people were selling their wares in stalls. There were no cars of any kind in sight. The closest thing to a car was a wooden wagon. The only sources of transportation she saw were horses and camels.

The people had tangled, unkempt hair and were mostly dressed in filthy, brown rags. Some wore putrid animal furs and leather. As she walked,she noticed the villagers staring at her in shock. She then remembered her choice of clothing. It finally dawned on her that the ritual did in fact work!

She approached one of the villagers and asked "Excuse me sir, could you please tell me where I am?"

The man looked at her as if he had seen a ghost. He had never seen a woman such as she. He gave her a once over, then replied "My lady, you are in Hyperboria."

She thanked the man and walked back to the shack to wash the sour vomit taste out of her mouth, eat the food she had stored in her bag, and gather her things. She hit her palm against her head and thought Where the hell am I supposed to go now? How will I get around? Vashite, this was very, very brilliant of you to come up with this stupid idea with no kind of plan. The she suddenly remembered she never ridden a horse or camel in her life!