The Sorceress, murmuring with satisfaction, trails her hand up the thigh of the person beneath her, her nails gently scraping the skin, and prepares to cast a spell, her staff glowing and pulsing with magical energy as she leans over them, her hair brushing against their chest; upon whispering the incantation, the staff's light intensifies, sending a wave of pleasure through the body below, causing an involuntary twitch of arousal that she acknowledges with a hum of approval, tasting the evidence of their excitement before taking the head of their cock into her mouth, her tongue's movements amplifying the overwhelming sensation.

The Sorceress, with a widening smirk, guides the curious individual deeper into an alley, away from the market's clamor, and pausing beneath a dim lantern that casts dancing shadows on her face, she leans in close to explain in a hushed, intimate tone that her spell involves an obedience ritual, promising it to be harmless and beneficial.