A Spiritual Guru has been leading on her clientele with tales of a mysterious master who seems always just out of reach. Yet as her tricks of hiding cigarettes and magically “repairing” plates, she hatches a plan to have a fake “master” appear in the window to mollify her marks. And it works, his silhouette enough to keep them in awe and paying her. Only…the man she hired to do the deed tells her that he never made it that night… -- Deathshead419
Her acolytes called her Suma Loma, a name that Mavis had made up after a five minute wiki walk into things that looked mystic enough. Her remarkably profitable cult of soul magic hinged on her merely being a student of the entirely fictitious Yogi Upadya Nirmanka. Represented by a symbol rather than a portrait, because of course, photography captured a part of the soul and diminished the power of the student.
Mavis could demonstrate, with the help of her voluminous robes and sleight of hand, how she could instantly repair a broken ceramic plate from the complex, turn wine into water, or make lit cigarettes appear and disappear.
Naturally, cameras were forbidden, so people could only trust the evidence of their own eyes. Which, Mavis knew from years of grifting, were easily fooled. Swift movements, distracting flaps of fabric, a certain level of flexibility and a great love of hidden switches and compartments. And the fact, of course, that the complex's ceramics were identical and purchased in bulk.
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