You follow behind Des and as soon as you pass through the threshold of her shop door you, your body and your very soul were at her complete and total mercy. You feel nothing different and look around the shop at all the old books and various trinkets on the shelves. Des goes in back and whips up a powerful potion and cast her spell over it. She weave her words and then finishes. As she picks up the drink she whispers, "Let's see how much he likes that thieves ass when he grows one of his own." She chuckles and walks back in to the front of the store.
"Here you go Eric my specialty white mocha with whip cream and sprinkles." She hands you the drink.
Your eyes see a nice big cup with whip cream and sprinkles and your nose smells white mocha. What the reality is that drink is some thick green goo of a potion, that smells to high heaven. But that is the spell and the power of Desdemona, see is a grand sorceress and sworn daughter of Satan himself.
"Wow thank you Aunt Des, this smells and looks incredible." You thank her.
"It tastes even better. Please drriiiinnnnkkk." Des says as she pushes the drink closer to your mouth.
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