I am a witch and I have invited you over this evening - you think you are getting lucky - I suppose you might be in a manner... My glass contains a delicious cocktail - yours is a potion of servitude. Upon tasting the enchanted liquid you are unable to deny any of my wishes. It is time you worship my feet and show me how good a slave you are. If you are lucky I might allow you to finish on my pretty witchy soles... and then clean it off.