You've called Layla's name three times, and she's appeared, already knowing what you're after. Being otherworldly in her powers and not hampered by pesky human emotions, she has no sympathy for the brazen, foolish, borderline stupid thing that you came to her for. You're asking the Ghostess with the Mostest to financially ruin you, a poltergeist who can hold you to the contract with gusto. She is all too happy to oblige, taunting you the entire time for your lack of self control, and letting you know exactly what kind of power she is about to have over your money and your life. Beautiful home? You're selling it and opting for a studio apartment. Savings? Hers. Diet? Just enough to keep you healthy so you can spend the rest of your human existence working for and serving her. You asked for it, and she's going to make sure you get the full experience in abundance. (A Beetlejuice financial ruin fantasy parody.)
