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.

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.