Amidst the rustling leaves and the distant hum of the Empire, the witch's spell takes hold. Her victim, a mere pawn in her game, stands helpless as her lips descend upon him. The cool air does nothing to dampen the heat of her mouth, her tongue swirling expertly, drawing forth gasps of pleasure. She savors the taste of him, her eyes never leaving his, her confidence intoxicating. The world around them fades as she takes him deeper, her skilled suction driving him to the brink, his release inevitable, her power absolute.