Mexico, early 19th century
"Ah, yes, this will do nicely," Furfur mused aloud, breathing in the sweet smell of the white vanilla orchid. It had not been easy for him to find one, but it had been well worth the search. Cupping the flower between both hands, the demon began to weave a spell into it. Once the spell was complete, he used the flower as the catalyst to create a sweet vanilla-scented perfume, contained in a small, elegant vial.
"It’s finished," he told his client, the young man who had called him in the first place, when he presented him with the vial that evening. "Give this perfume to the one you love, and my work will do the rest."
"Thank you, señor,” the young man replied gratefully, giving a small, respectful bow, and Furfur smiled, waving a hand at him in response.
"No need to thank me, Rodrigo," he told him. "You summoned me, after all. I’m simply appreciative of the fact that you asked me so nicely for my help. Now, you’d best hurry along. If you ever need to contact me again, you’ll know how."