Who had she been? She could not say.
She had fought the Mesmerizer. She had resisted until the pleasure washed away her resistance, her mind, her will, her very identity. All that remained was the pleasure. All that remained was the lust. All that remained was an empty vessel, longing to be filled.
The Mesmerizer was only to happy to fill it.
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