SC Episode 2: Trolling for Muggers

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Placard (white text on black) says, "The Present" Placard (white text on black) says, "Los Angeles"
Hunched-over wrinkled lady in wealthy robe bearing Wiccan symbols hobbles into a dark alley in a dystopian city, calling for her kitty cat. A male thug dumpster-diving for food sees her and makes a grab for her expensive handbag and her upper arm, whispering in her ear, "'Welcome to my parlor', said the spider to the fly." The old hunchback raises her free hand to her chin and replies in a shakey voice, "Said the fly to the spider,..." She pulls off her facemask, revealing she is the young and athletic Sapphire Circe, and shouts, "'Your days of crime are over!'" She punches him in the face. After the surprise, they fight. He has a fondness for roundhouse punches. She favors offensive parries. He is offended at the thought that a woman could match or beat him at the manly art of fist fighting. She does the latter. He eventually admits defeat and tries to run. "Be bound to the spot!" she shouts, striking him on the back of the head with the buckle of her abnormally long belt, which for some reason she does not seem to ever buckle. He takes one step, leaving his shoe on the ground. He tries to take another step, but his other shoe will not budge. He is astonished and afraid. He turns back ready to fight again, but cannot turn one foot. "Focus on my finger," she whispers as she slowly glides one index finger past his fists. "What?" he says, looking at the slowly approaching finger. "The easiest hypnosis comes from eye strain." "What?" She touches her finger to his forehead. He is still trying to focus on it. "You are leaving here, going where you really want to be, where you can relax, where you are safe." "I’m on a nude beach.  On a lounger. I just shot up with the most premium horse I ever had.  I’m so happy. Nobody minds if I stare at them." "Not what I had in mind. But, ok. Ok, listen to my voice. In this hypnotic fantasy, I still have the power to hypnotize you. Focus on my finger." She brings her middle finger to his forehead. "Now you are in a hot tub at midnight, even more relaxed, even more safe." "I see it. The bubble jets feel so good. There’s a yellow rubber ducky that tells the temperature." "You’re jacked up on heroine right now, aren’t you?" "You bet." She straddles him. "You want me to take control now, don’t you?" "Huh?  Oh. Yeah." "Then let me take the lead, and you follow me, deeper and deeper into this hypnotic trance." "Feels so good." "Well look around. You can see the alleyway all around us, but no one can see us.  We can float up around and drift all over town." "Oh, my god, you are amazing." "Look over there, on the corner of Burbank and Los Cedros. It’s a homeless shelter." "I see it.  I never been there." "And over there another. That one is run by the Church. That one is run by the city.  There is a free medical clinic over there." "I see it. This is incredible." You will remember all of these locations.  Even when you are sober, even days from now.  Whenever you feel your feet touch the ground, it will remind you of the locations of help in this city." "I’ll remember. I could never forget you." "See the city as it really is. Opportunity every where. Kind people on every street." "I see it. The people are all trying to be good to each other. But they are bound and gagged.  There are creatures holding them. Strawmen like scarecrows are frightening them and confusing them. I see strawmen all around whispering confusing things and doubting anything hopeful." "I’m pretty sure that’s just the heroine talking. You don’t believe in strawmen and scarecrows." "I don’t?" "No you don’t. You fear nothing and no one." "I do?" "You do." "I do." "Whenever you want to shoot up again, remember how I made you feel tonight. Clasp your hands together and you will feel all the joy we shared tonight.  Now return to the alley where we met. Be unbound and free again. Awaken out of the hypnotic dream within a dream. And remember always."
Images burst like bubbles and they have returned to the alleyway. She dons her disguise again. "I remember every thing," he says apparently to himself.  He clasps his hands together and has an orgasm kneeling to the ground. "That’s not exactly what I said. Oh whatever." "Where did she go?" On the roof above, she mumbles,"Magic is an art, not a science."

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Sapphire Circe, Earth’s Seductress Supreme