Persephone sighs heavily. She takes Circe's hands and walks her over to the sofa and says, "You know how bad things got for me when my company collapsed after grad school, right? When I was so desperate to save what little chance of success I had left with the app launch? I went to every venture capitalist I knew, and they all passed. No one wanted to invest it, not after it had collapsed when my ex ran off with my funds. Well... I was approached by one investor who made me an offer I thought I had to take. So I did, but it was a terrible, terrible mistake. I sold my soul to him for the money to bail me out and restore my parents' retirement fund they'd loaned me. And now he owns my soul and I am damned."
Persephone holds up a hand to quiet Circe before she can respond. She continues, saying, "I know what you're thinking--Pers, you're being overly dramatic again! I wish, but not this time, sis. He... he was actually a demon, Circe. Like a biblical, supernatural, from Hell kind of demon who buys and sells souls via infernal contracts. And now I work for him. And I am going to prove it to you. But, to do that, I have to do something that absolutely will freak you out. But listen to me, Circe: I am still your sister, OK? And I will never hurt you, ever. But this is what I am now, and I am trying to figure out how to deal with it. OK, are you ready? I promise you're safe. Here, let me step back..."
Circe begins to stammer in confusion, saying, "What...? What are you ? Are you being serious right now? Ohmygod Persephone are you on drugs?? Or is this, like, a psychotic break?? Oh my god..."
But before Circe can spin up a full blown panic attack, Persephone stands, spreads her arms, and transforms.