You walk into a witch's lair with no idea what to expect. I'm dressed in a silver jacket and not much else. My skin is luminous. You're inexplicably drawn to me, and sit to get a closer look. I tell you to focus on a copper bowl that I slowly swing in front of you. You don't realize that you're dropping into a trance. I tell you that now that you're here, you're all mine to bend to my desires. You stare as I reveal my breasts to you. You never want to leave now, you see that I can make you feel things you've never felt before, you want me to be inside your mind. You dream of fucking me, you dream of touching my skin. Though this will never happen, you find subservience to be even better