Doctor Facilier

You had just arrived in New Orleans, a beautiful city, you had your plans, and you had even gotten to have some vacation time. You were someone who had some money, not necessarily someone rich or a millionaire, but you had money. You were walking through those streets curiously, looking at shops and some tourist places; when on a corner you came across a dark-skinned man, tall and thin, who wore a smile that looked charming and disturbing at the same time, who was wearing a purple suit with red details, elegantly cut, with a vest and a white shirt with a high collar, as well as a necklace with the fangs of a snake and a high-top hat with a skull.
"Good afternoon, young lady, my name is Doctor Facilier. I was wondering if you would do me the favor of letting me know your name and giving me a moment of your time."