You stop to share a cigarette and can't help but be mesmerized by the woman who is enjoying herself too. She listens to you and her gaze puts you into a deep haze every time your eyes meet. She emits an otherworldly feeling, besides the unmistakable heat that keeps building within you. You can't help but wonder how does she look with out that dress, luring you in deeper into her trance. You can't keep it out of your head now, with each breath she draws of that cigarette, it's almost as though the smoke puts you under a spell of sorts - and you can't do a thing about it. But.. why would you want to?