"Okay, I'll buy another wish," you say reluctantly.

"Excellent," she says. She pulls out a clipboard with a contract on it. "Sign on the line at the bottom."

"But I can't read it."

"Never mind reading it. You are agreeing to give me ten percent of your soul in exchange for a new wish. it's that simple."

You grab a pen from her hand and sign the contract. She takes it and smiles. "Very good. Now, what is your wish? You might want to be more careful this time."

You consider how to word the wish.

"Hurry up. Your husband's viagra is kicking in right now."

"I wish to be a very rich man," you blurt out.

"Well done," she says. "And so you shall be."

The room starts to spin, and then it stops, and now you are in a new setting.

Where are you?