/lit/ - Literature

"Okay, that was fun. Now it's my turn." Before you can ask what, she mutters a series of words in a language you don't understand. Some phrases sounded Asian, others sounded middle-eastern.
After about 10 seconds, she stops.
"Okay you're good to go!" she says with some excitement. You don't feel a bit different, and wonder what sort of mental disorder this chick has. She cleans herself up with a towel she finds and leaves, while you're putting your pants back on. That felt good, you think, even if she was a bit weird. You head to work and go home afterwards, too tired to head to the party Ryan invited you to.