The Witch knew well that her victims would have to be carefully chosen. A perfect choice was needed if she was to reduce the prissy Amazonian Princess Diana's prudish charity ball into an embarrassing carnival of carnality. Luckily, she had a telepath to lead astray who could then lead others astray in turn!
"Well, hello there, ladies! Welcome to my shop! I'm Cinnamon."
She offered a hand to Jean Gray with a cheerful smile on her face. Her magic made sure that nothing radiated from her mind but good cheer.
Jean took the woman's hand on instinct and a warm, happy buzz formed around her mind. Everything was wonderful. Any choices this woman offered about her costume would be utterly perfect.
Batgirl was hesitant but still shook the woman's hand as well to be polite, then finding a dopey grin on her own face as a warm buzz of trust and joy filled her mind. This was the best costume store ever!
"I know what you ladies need - you need a costume to make sure every man notices you, am I right?"
"Absolutely!" the two redheads chimed in unison.
"Well, I've got just the thing for you, my dear." the Witch said with a smile as she slid a skimpy costume off of a hanger. "A little something to lure the boys in with the promise of a bit of danger. How does a slutty witch sound?"
Jean's eyes lit up as she stared at the skimpy black mini-dress with a plunging neckline and a skirt that would barely cover her ass, stereotypical black pointy hat and pair of fishnets and six-inch stiletto heels.
"Perfect!" she cooed. "It seems perfect!"
The Witch smiled. As soon as Jean Gray put on the dress, she'd become a proxy to the Witch's desires, gaining magical powers of a lustful nature and a burning need to use them. Between that and her natural telepathy, she'd have this ball turned into an orgy within a hour, tops.
"Why don't you go try it on, my dear? And remember, no underwear! It would ruin the lines of the dress!"
Jean rushed off to toss on the skimpy black outfit, a dark chuckle escaping her lips as she dreamed of doing all sorts of lewd, naughty things.
The Witch turned to the brilliant Barbara Gordon with a smile on her face.
"And as for you, my dear . . ."
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