With Star Nine! I've tracked you to your home. The prosecution was trying to keep you a secret. I'll keep you from testifying, one way or another. I trick you into believing I'm the defense attorney. I assure you that there's nothing to worry about, so long as you tell the truth. I pump my long nylon legs back and forth as I speak. Your eyes are drawn to them. It's just you and my legs, my voice. I'm saying something about mental capacity. The words are flowing straight to your deep brain, your subconscious. You're feeling strange as you crawl towards my nylon feet. You gaze at them as your mind drains. In your state you're mentally regressed. You notice an uncomfortable feeling, a bulge in your pants. I cuddle you close and you hope for a moment that I'll make that uncomfortable feeling go away, but instead I send you off with my sing-songy voice. It's time for a nap, the sweet embrace. Includes pantyhose domination, age regressison