As James laid in his bed, beside his girlfriend, his mind wandered to the dancer from earlier in the night. Why was that woman so damn appealing? She had seemed to be outside what he considered his “age range,” 21 to 27, but something about her…

He drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the curvy woman writhing on stage in her dark violet scraps of clothing.

Shanela sat in her room behind the strip club stirring a strong, hot cup of tea. She wondered idly how her latest victim was doing, but she couldn’t check on him just yet, the enchantment was not yet strong enough.

She sipped her tea, thinking of her plans for him. She knew he had a girl, and had come to the strip club anyway, but that was part of the plan, and all would go according to her plan. She smiled an evil smile as she sipped her tea once more.