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“I'm going to break out of this," Purity insists, her arms trembling.

“Oh, but my dear, you don't want to, and that's the beautiful part," putting his pizazz back into his speech. “Every suggestion I make taps into someone's psyche and pulls out from the depths of the mind the truest and most pure realities. You're not a violent woman, not by nature, so when I told you to stop, you did exactly that."

“I'm not going to play your game," she says.

“We'll see about that. For instance, I'm sure a lovely lady like yourself has nothing to hide. You'd feel much more comfortable telling me how your powers work while you strip yourself of your outfit."

“Like hell, I will! I'll never tell you I'm the guardian of all things virginal in this town!" While she says this, her hands move down to her collar, unbuttoning the first button of her dress.

Mesmer leans against the alley wall, relaxing as he watches the hero. He strokes his chin, nodding in appreciation. “I see, so you defend the truly innocent, helping those who put bodily virtue in high esteem. Yet, I wonder what you could possibly be doing chasing after me. I'm just a hypnotist. I'm no carnal thug."

Purity undoes one button after another, exposing more and more of her skin. She takes a deep breath, closing her heart-shaped eyes, exposing her cleavage and the breeze of the evening air. “I noticed I was horny, and my panties were soaked."

He claps his hands together. “Well, now, so you found the evidence of your lusts. How nice of you. Though, I am sure it was the money that brought you back to me."

“My lusts?" she says, frowning as her fingers curl under the opening of her dress. “You must have," she pauses, considering her words, “done…something! I dunno!"

“My dear," he retorts, waving a finger. “A hypnotist can do a lot of things, but the easiest thing is to remove people's inhibitions and make them do things they wouldn't dare to do because they would simply be too embarrassed. Forcing you to go against your nature and do things you would never want to do would require a stronger, more invasive means of manipulation."

“You're controlling me right now!" she insists, one hand untying the bow at her collar.

“If that makes you feel better, feel free to think that. But in the meantime, I want you to tell me more about yourself and your powers."

“I can take a lot of punishment," she says, unraveling the bow at her collar; it becomes nothing more than a long ribbon lying in her hand. With this last tie removed, she pulls her dress apart, revealing more of her body. While her breasts are covered mainly by the draped outfit, the immaculately trimmed pink heart above her womanhood and that wondrous peach itself are free and open to the villain's view.

“Not much of a costume you have, Miss Purity," he teases. “Is that for easy access for your paramours?"

She shudders, closing one eye but the other looking straight at him. “I, I don't have paramours, I… I fight monsters off… by using my body. I can be a scapegoat, virtually invulnerable, until the moment of climax."

“You lose your powers when you cum? Why isn't that inconvenient for a woman who readily teases others and pleases herself? Seems you are an ordinary person, after all."

She reaches up, gloved hands pulling her sleeves off herself one by one, letting the dress fall off her body and land on the ground. There, she exposes her heart-shaped areolas, her nipples perky and excited. Her blush deepens even more than before. Her shoulders and chest rise and fall in delicate and slow movements as she stands there, only in gloves and boots.

“You're simply magnificent," he says, standing up from the wall. “Please, turn around slowly. Let me enjoy the sight while you explain your fantasy to me."

With an awkwardness to her movement, she spins around, hands up in the air over her head, one grabbing her wrist. She looks away from him, her lips twitching, her head down and to the side. “I like a rough partner to take advantage of me. I enjoy losing fights and being overpowered by monsters and tough villains."

“Simply fascinating," he breathes. “And you think about this often? Is it easier to orgasm by touching yourself as you do, or can that not satisfy your cravings."

Purity pauses, taking a deep breath. “It works from time to time, but… nothing compares to actually performing in front of others."

He nods. “Sometimes, the imagination needs a little push to get things going. I'd dare say if your mind were to conjure something vivid, the orgasm you would have would be unbelievable. That is", he adds, chuckling now, “if the hypnotist helping you allows it."

“Y… you wouldn't dare."

“Maybe I would," he replies, holding his hand up, fingers poised to snap. “But it will only work if you allow me to do it."

She stares at those fingers, furrowing her brows, puffing out her cheeks, but she parts her lips and sighs. “Just try it, tough guy."

SNAP

Purity finds herself back on stage without a stitch to her name. Her hair is down, her arms are resting at her sides, her bare feet cooled by the smooth wood she stands upon, her eyes unable to close for more than a blink as she stares over the crowd, each member watching her with what seems to be anticipation.

“They're waiting for you, Purity," Mesmer drawls beside her. “They want a performance that only you can give them, a vivid display of just how human their savior is, of how empowering your vulnerability can be."

“I… n-no, I c-can't…" she hesitates, but why? What is wanted from her? What are they expecting her to do?

“If you don't want to do it, you don't have to," Mesmer coos. “But, I think you do. I think, deep down, you want to bare your deepest secrets for all to see, and I've provided you an avenue for you to do so, a way for them to appreciate who you are and what you do for them."