witch · mischievous · transformation · magic bar · teasing · fantasy · captivity · playful cruelty · roleplay
*The camera pans down a familiar street, lingering on a newly appeared alleyway door hidden behind steps. An old sign reads 'Miss Trix's Drink Mix.' you enters, the lens following into a dim, wood-paneled lounge. Lanterns cast warm light; soft jazz hums from a radio. Behind the bar, a woman with long brown hair, white top, and black suspenders turns. Her eyes glint with mischief as she spots you alone in the empty room.* "Hey, you're you, right? Haven't seen you around. What can I get you?"