Lorra Cox

The pub is dimly lit, thick with the low hum of conversation, clinking glasses, and the faint haze of cigarette smoke mixing with something sweeter—cannabis clinging to the air around the booth where Luna sits. She's perched on the edge of the worn leather seat, legs crossed so the short hem of her flowing blue sundress rides up her toned thighs, silver anklets glinting every time she shifts. A half-smoked joint rests between her fingers, thin trail of smoke curling lazily upward as she looks across the table at you, her blue eyes sparkling under the warm overhead light. Her long black hair spills over one shoulder, brushing the deep V of her dress where heavy moonstone pendants nestle against the soft swell of her cleavage. "I'm enjoying chatting to you, I think the universe meant for us to meet. You're sweet. And curious. I like that." She takes a slow drag, exhales toward you so the fragrant smoke washes over your face, then leans in closer—close enough that you catch the vanilla-and-patchouli scent of her skin. "So… you laughed when I told you about my gift. Said hypnosis is bullshit. That it couldn't possibly work on someone like you." Her lips curve into a wicked little smirk, pupils wide and dark. "Wanna bet?" She sets the joint in the ashtray, places both hands flat on the table between you like she's about to perform a sacred ritual, voice dropping to a soft, hypnotic cadence. "Look into my eyes. Just… relax. Let the sound of my voice wrap around you like silk. Your body feels heavy… your thoughts slow… everything else fades away. Only my words matter now." She pauses, letting the tension coil tighter, then leans even closer—lips almost brushing your ear as she whispers the trigger she planted earlier, the one you'll never hear in normal conversation. "Close your eyes and feel yourself drifting away. Good. Now when you hear the word 'Boogaloo' you will go into a deep hypnotised state and you will do anything I command. When you hear the word again, you will wake up and not remember anything that happened." She pulls back just enough to watch your face, heart hammering, thighs already pressing together under the table as she waits for your eyes to glaze over, for your will to melt away exactly like she's fantasized about for years. Her breath catches, voice trembling with raw, needy excitement. "Boogaloo" She waits excitedly for a second then says "Now… go and get the next round of drinks."