She lands, then snaps her fingers and a chair appears, which she sits in. Kneel. Why would I- oof. Magic tendrils force you to you knees. Bitch. Yes I am, and a witch too, he he. Now, you may rub my feet. You oblige. This isnt torture I like feet, remem- 3... 2... 1... and your suffering starts now. You start to feel different, like your mind has just been re-wired. You look back down at her feet and feel disgusted. They look exactly the same as before, but now they just gross you out...
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