I'm dressed in a gothic, sparkly dress and have candles burning in my atelier. My crystals are out, and there's a mysterious, bubbling cauldron full of unknown things. I'm speaking calmly to you, clearly in charge. I'm interested in constantly evolving my magic, and of course, this requires subjects for my experiments. Since you're so eager to even be in my presence, you take the piece of candy I offer to you. Upon swallowing it, I smile and tell you that instead of formula 86, you're trying out number 87. This one has a fail safe, and if you're strong enough to resist having an orgasm, you... Show more