"I think I want to be a Warlock," you said.
The elf nodded. "Right this way."
You followed after the elf. "Where are we going?"
"To a special room, where you will meet with an aspect of a possible Patron, from whom you'll receive your powers from," said the elf. "Each patron has different requirements that you need to meet before they'd be willing to lend you such power. Some are fairly simple, and others are more complicated."
Soon, you cam to a door, which the elf opened. "Here is where you'll meet your possible Patron. No one but you and your perspective Patron can be in here. Whatever happens is between the two of you."
"Alright," you said.
"Knock, when you want to leave."
You entered the room. You turned around, just in time to see the door close, and vanish.
"Okay," you said. You looked around. The room felt like a throne room you'd heard about. "Hello? Is anyone there?"
Your voice echoed.
"I'm looking for a Patron to give me powers," you said.
Again, your voice echoed.
That was when a huge throne appeared, along with a fiery lady sitting in it.
"Power you say," she said, in a somewhat booming voice. "What kind do you want?"
"Um, whatever I can get," you said, nervously.
She tapped her fingers on an armrest. "That's a lot of grey area, little one. Do you have something specific in mind?"
"I can't say that I do," you said.
"I suppose I could give you a simple explanation," the lady said, as she stood up, and walked towards you.
You noticed with each step, she seemed to get smaller, and smaller, until, by the time she stood before you, she wasn't much bigger than most women you'd known.
She looked you in the eyes. "Folks think one is less intimidating when one doesn't look to be as much of a threat. That being said, never forget that I could easily burn you to ashes." She pointed at the throne, and flames shot out of her finger, burning the throne.
You gulped as the fire blazed, happily. "I understand."
She grinned. "Good. Keep it in mind when you deal with me." She snapped her fingers, and the flames was extinguished, the throne untouched.
"Is that the power you can give me?" you asked.
"Small sample actually," said the lady. "By the way, name's Rubrum Ingnis, but friends call me Ruby."
"Fitting name," you said. "Taren Feldrake."
"Not a bad name," said Ruby. "As I said, fire type spells are but a small sample of what I can give you. Me, and all the other possible Patrons, could give you the same spells, but some we specialize in more than others. Fey like to use trickery. Celestials like to use Holy-based stuff. Fathomless like water-based spells. My sort deals in fire. Genies offer quite the selection. Great Old Ones like mental type stuff. Hexblades are magic weapons. Undying, well that's the undead."
"And you can give me all of that?" you asked.
Ruby nodded. "Just depends on what you want to be really good in."
"What do I have to do to get power from you?" you asked.
Ruby grinned. "All depends really. In your case, something rather precious."
"My soul?" you asked.
Ruby scoffed at this. "Hardly. All that would result is a husk, and husks are worthless to me. I simply want your First Time?"
"My what?" you asked.
"In blunt terms, I want to be the first you you have sex with," said Ruby.
"I see," you said. "What would the others want of me?"
"Well, Celestals would want you to play doctor for every sick person you met, Genies would require you to spend time in a bottle, Fey would steal an important memory, Fathomless has a thing that involves tentacles, and then there's the rest who have their own things," said Ruby. "Still, if you don't want to lose your virginity to me, I understand, and I'll get ahold of one of the others. Hopefully we'll remain on good terms of course. Helps to have a Devil on your side on occasion."
"Thanks for the info," you said.