>"Three, two, one...zero." I snap as I finish the countdown. I look over her. No reaction. I quietly and slowly take her arm and raise it. It sticks where I leave it. I pose it a bit more, still there. Success. I almost can't believe this worked. I give myself a pat on the back. That online guide sure was killer.
>I stand back and admire my handiwork. Mannequin she is, arm outstretched and held.
>Well....what now? I can simply clap and snap her out of it. Or...
>A wicked thought bubbles up. Or I can get paid.
>I step forward and quickly pat her pockets, there's the wallet. Sorry about this Fang but you're sponsoring a trip right to Dino Moe's. I pull her wallet out, spiky and awful. Wonder how she can even keep this in her pocket without shredding her leg. Must be those scales.
>I open it up and pull out a crisp $20. Fresh and ripe. I start to tuck it into my pocket as I feel a sudden hand snake down me. Starting from my collar bone and ending right on my stomach. I freeze
>"You're gonna have to work for that, dweeb."
>"F-Fang? But I thought you were hypnotized!?"
>"Oh I am, look." Her hand keeps moving southward.
>"Oh no look at what you're making me do you naughty boy."
>I swallow as Fang draws me in closer. Well it was worth a shot.
Fin, a quickie (heh)
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Next, might spill into next thread depending on when it's made.