Uma Musume hypnosis fic

The Uma Musume character Maruzensky is hypnotized by one of her fans

One summer day, the Uma Musume character Maruzensky will be paid by one of her female fans to try out a hypnosis experiment. Her fan will hypnotize her by swinging a pocket watch in front of her face and speaking in a soft tone to lure her into trance. For around 20 to 30 minutes Maruzensky will follow the watch with her eyes to relax.
Maruzensky is wearing a black bikini top, white khaki shorts and black heels without socks or stockings.
The process goes like this.


Step 1: Having already been paid for her time, Maruzensky sits down in an armchair, relaxes and clears her mind as much as possible as her fan starts swinging a golden pocket watch in front of her face and starts talking like a hypnotist. For her part, Maruzensky believes hypnosis will never work on her but she’s willing to try anyway.


Step 2: Maruzensky starts following the watch with her eyes and starts taking slow deep breaths. As she gazes deeper, she quickly becomes unable to look away.


Step 3: Maruzensky will try to look away for a few seconds, but her eyes keep coming back to the hypnotic watch.


Step 4: After a couple of minutes at most, Maruzensky finds that she can’t stop staring at the swinging watch. Her eyes are now firmly locked on. She will start to hear a clock ticking sound in their head.


Step 5: Another minute or so passes, and Maruzensky will start getting relaxed, taking slower deeper breaths, letting her arms hang loosely and spreading out her legs.


Step 6: Maruzensky will start getting very sleepy and her eyes will start feeling very heavy. She will tell her fan/hypnotist how sleepy she’s getting, how heavy her eyes are and how she’s starting to get a little bit turned on by this feeling. Maruzensky will start yawning softly and fluttering her eyelids gently as she falls deeper. She fought hard to resist but she falls even deeper with increased sleepiness and feeling like anvils are on her eyes. Maruzensky will yawn even softer and sexier, and flutter her eyelids more gently and seductively as if she’s maybe starting to fall in love with her hypnotist.

Step 7: Maruzensky will start feeling like she’s getting hot as she starts to sweat. As the heat grows, she will also start blushing and licking her lips. The heat and the pocket watch swinging will start to make the Uma feel dumber, like her IQ is slowly dropping and slowly turning her into a dumb stupid giggly bimbo.


Step 8: Maruzensky will start to giggle as she yawns and flutters her eyes. As this happens, her inner anger start to rise to the surface. The anger is like a roleplay pretend scenario slow gentle simmer, which grows very slowly with each minute. The weird thing is that as she acts angrier, she also gets more relaxed as if it feels kind of erotic to her. The simmering anger and growing relaxation is making her so sleepy, so stupid, and so obedient.


Step 9: After a bit Maruzensky’s anger fades and she falls deeper still. The Uma will start calling her fan “master”. She is really starting to love being hypnotized and having someone take control of their minds. As Maruzensky yawns sensuously and her eyelids flutter seductively, she feel an overwhelming urge to obey her hypnotist’s commands. The Uma will start feeling an irresistible desire to do her hypnotist’s bidding.
FADE IN:
INT. PRIVATE STUDY ROOM - DAY
A ceiling fan spins lazily, casting irregular shadows across MARUZENSKY’s face. Her tail flicks once—then stills.
FAN (soft, rhythmic)
That’s it. Just watch it swing. Back… and forth…
The gold pocket watch catches the light—flash—flash—flash—
MARUZENSKY’s pupils dilate. Her fingers twitch against the armrest.
MARUZENSKY (mumbling)
M’not… supposed to…
She shifts her weight. The sneakers squeak against the floor.
FAN (lower now)
But you *want* to, don’t you?
A bead of sweat rolls down MARUZENSKY’s collarbone, papel into the black bikini top.
MARUZENSKY (whisper)
It’s… hot…
Her knees drift apart slightly. The fan doesn’t stop swinging.
FAN
Say it.
MARUZENSKY licks her lips. Swallows hard.
MARUZENSKY (voice thick)
I want to.
The watch keeps moving.
CLOSE ON MARUZENSKY’s EYES—glassy, fixed. The reflection of the watch shrinks and expands with each pass.
FAN (almost a purr)
Good girl.
MARUZENSKY’s breath hitches.
SMASH CUT TO:
The watch CLICKS open. Inside—not a clock face, but a tiny mirror. MARUZENSKY’s own dazed expression stares back.
FAN (smile in her voice)
Now. Let’s play.
FADE TO BLACK.
FADE IN:
INT. PRIVATE STUDY ROOM - DAY (CONTINUOUS)
CLOSE ON THE MIRROR in the watch—MARUZENSKY's pupils are blown wide, her lips slightly parted. A drop of sweat trembles on her chin.
FAN (soft command)
Eyes on yourself, Maru. Look how pretty you are when you let go.
MARUZENSKY's breath shudders out. Her fingers curl into the armrest, knuckles whitening—then abruptly go slack. Her arms slump to her sides.
MARUZENSKY (slurred)
S'pretty...
The watch arcs left—her gaze follows. Right—follows. Left again.
Her white khaki shorts crease as she sinks deeper into the chair, legs splayed wider. The sneakers tilt inward, toes touching.
FAN (lilting)
Tell me what you feel.
MARUZENSKY blinks once, slow as a cat. When her eyes reopen, they're half-lidded, hazy.
MARUZENSKY (dreamy)
Like... honey in m'sun... heavy...
FAN
Are you starting to feel relaxed?
MARUZENSKY exhales through her nose—long, slow. The black bikini top rises and falls with her shallow breathing. Her hips shift against the chair.
MARUZENSKY (whispering)
...Yes, relaxed...
FAN
How relaxed do you feel?
MARUZENSKY’s fingers twitch against her thigh—then still. Her eyelashes flutter as she inhales sharply through her nose.
MARUZENSKY (voice catching)
Like… m’bones are melting…
FAN
You’re getting sleepy.
MARUZENSKY’s jaw loosens. Her lips part slightly—another slow exhale. A strand of hair clings to her damp forehead.
MARUZENSKY (murmurs)
Sleepy…
FAN
Your eyelids are getting heavy.
MARUZENSKY's breath hitches—her lashes flutter like moth wings against her cheeks. A soft yawn escapes her, jaw stretching wider than necessary.
MARUZENSKY (breathy)
So... heavy...
FAN
I want you to yawn for me as sexy as you can and for you to flutter your eyes as sexy as you can.
MARUZENSKY's chest rises sharply—her back arches slightly against the chair. A slow, deliberate yawn unspools from her lips, throat exposed as her head tilts back. The black bikini top strains.
Her eyelids flutter—not quick, but languid. Each flutter slower than the last, like petals drifting shut.
MARUZENSKY (husky)
Mmm… feels… nice…
FAN (smirking)
Very good. How sleepy do you feel?
MARUZENSKY’s eyelashes stick together for a second too long when she blinks. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips—slow, glistening.
MARUZENSKY (slurring)
...Dunno. Like... like when ya win a race... but backwards...
FAN (whispering)
Very good. How heavy do your eyelids feel?
MARUZENSKY's breath catches—her eyelids droop, then flutter up halfway. Her fingers twitch against the armrest before sliding limply off.
MARUZENSKY (husky whisper)
Like... anvils...
FAN
Do you feel like you’re getting...hypnotized?
MARUZENSKY’s nostrils flare—her chest rises in a shuddering inhale. A soft, breathy giggle escapes her lips.
MARUZENSKY
(grinning dopily)
Hehe... m’brain’s... fizz-y...
FAN (softer, slower)
Good girl. Now tell me... do you want me to hypnotize you?
MARUZENSKY's eyelids twitch—her dilated pupils rolling slightly upwards as if searching for an answer in the air. A thin line of drool glistens at the corner of her mouth.
MARUZENSKY
(whimpering, legs shifting)
W-want...
FAN
Has it been a repressed secret desire of yours to be hypnotized?
MARUZENSKY’s throat bobs as she swallows thickly. Her tail twitches once—then lies completely still. Sweat glistens along her thighs where they press against the chair.
MARUZENSKY
(whisper, cracking)
...Maybe. Sometimes. When—
Her breath catches—her hips jerk slightly against the chair. The black bikini top rides up, exposing a sliverotan skin beneath.
MARUZENSKY
(moaning softly)
—when I see master’s watch swing...
FAN
I’m sure you didn't think you would be getting paid to let me hypnotize you. An easy way to explore your newly found fetish right?
MARUZENSKY’s eyelashes flutter violently—her hips rock forward once, involuntarily. A sharp inhale. Her sneakers drag against the floor as her legs tremble.
MARUZENSKY
(whining, high-pitched)
D-didn’t— *heh*—think master would—
Her breath hitches. The watch swings wider—left, right—and her irises jitter like marbles rolling in syrup.
FAN (humming)
Shhh. Just say "yes."
MARUZENSKY's lips move silently for three full swings of the watch before sound emerges—a wet, garbled:
MARUZENSKY
(whimpering)
Y-yesss...
FAN
You just can't stop your eyes from following the watch. It draws your eyes to it like a magnet as doesn't it? It makes you want to yawn and makes you want to flutter your eyes.
The watch arcs in a wider figure-eight pattern now. MARUZENSKY's head lolls slightly to follow it, her neck muscles slack. A thin line of drool connects her lower lip to her chin before snapping.
FAN (whispering)
That's it. Let the yawns come. Let your eyes flutter like you're dreaming.
MARUZENSKY's jaw trembles—another yawn spills out, longer this time, her tongue curling slightly at the edges. Her eyelids dip shut for a full three seconds before fluttering open again, slower, heavier.
MARUZENSKY
(voice syrupy)
...Dreamin'...
FAN
Tell me how you can’t look away. Describe it for me.
MARUZENSKY’s nostrils flare—her lips part with a wet *click*. The watch swings right, and her pupils jerk to follow, lagging half a beat behind.
MARUZENSKY (slurred)
...Like... like when the gate opens... and I *gotta* run... but m’legs just... (whimpering) *wanna* chase it...
FAN
Wonderful. Let your legs spread out as you relax deeper. Those shorts of yours really accentuate your long gorgeous legs.
MARUZENSKY’s thighs slide further apart with a soft *shhh* of fabric against leather. Her knees dip outward—the white khaki shorts stretch tight across her hips, riding up to reveal more tanned skin. Her sneakers scuff the floor aimlessly.
FAN (low, pleased)
There we go. Doesn’t that feel better?
MARUZENSKY’s chest rises sharply—her bikini top strains as she arches slightly, pressing back into the chair. The watch’s reflection flickers in her glassy eyes.
MARUZENSKY (breathy, cracked)
Feels... *good*... like—
Her voice splinters into a soft moan as her hips grind down against the chair. The leather creaks.
FAN (hovering closer now)
Like what, Maru? Use your words.
MARUZENSKY’s throat bobs. Her fingers claw weakly at the armrest—then go limp. A shudder runs through her as the watch slows its arc, dangling directly between her parted legs.
MARUZENSKY
(whispering, voice frayed)
Like... when they cheer f’me... but... inside...
FAN
Very good. Now tell me, Maruzensky, have you ever secretly wanted to let your brain melt and let yourself become a bimbo for a little while?
MARUZENSKY's breath catches—her pupils dilate further, black swallowing gold. A slow, dopey grin spreads across her lips as her head tilts to the side. Her right leg twitches involuntarily, her sneaker tapping the floor twice before going still.
MARUZENSKY
(giggling airily)
Hehe... dunno... maybe when—
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips again—slower this time, dragging across her bottom lip with deliberate laziness. Her hips shift restlessly against the chair, fabric whispering.
MARUZENSKY
(whimpering, legs trembling)
...When... when nobody’s watchin’...
FAN
Like when you don’t need to have to think at all and to just let yourself become dumb and sleepy and obedient, is that right?
MARUZENSKY’s eyelids flutter violently—her lips part in a silent gasp. The watch swings a little higher now. Her pupils track it helplessly, her breath shallow and rapid.
MARUZENSKY
(whining, slurred)
M-master... m’head’s... fuzzyp...
Her fingers twitch against her thighs—nails scraping lightly against bare skin before going limp again. A bead of sweat rolls down her sternum, disappearing into the black bikini top.
FAN (whispering, closer now)
You want to be dumb for me, don’t you?
MARUZENSKY’s breath hitches—her eyelids flutter shut, then struggle half-open again. A soft, hiccuping giggle bubbles up from her throat. She squirms in the chair, her sneakers squeaking against the floor.
MARUZENSKY
(voice thick, dreamy)
...Dummb... h-hehe...
FAN
Now tell me, do you feel like it’s suddenly starting to feel hot in here for you?
MARUZENSKY’s breath comes in shallow bursts—her chest rising and falling faster. A flush creeps up her neck, spreading across her collarbones. Sweat glistens on her forehead.
MARUZENSKY
(whining, hips shifting)
...Burnin’ up...
FAN
The heat is slowly building up and feels oddly arousing. It’s like it’s making your brain start to melt like an ice cube.
MARUZENSKY’s eyelids flutter slower—her pupils dilated to near-black. A slow, dopey grin spreads across her lips as she exhales shakily. Her legs tremble slightly, knees dipping further apart.
MARUZENSKY
(whimpering, breathy)
M-master... s’like... summer training... but... *heh*... wrong...
FAN
The heat is making you start to feel dumber isn’t it?
MARUZENSKY’s head lolls back against the chair—her throat exposed as she swallows thickly. A slow, syrupy giggle spills from her lips. Her fingers twitch against her thighs, nails dragging lazily across bare skin before going limp again.
MARUZENSKY
(voice slurred, dreamy)
...Dumber... *heh*... like... like when ya lose by a nose... but... nice...
FAN
The more that your intelligence drains, the sleepier you start to become and the heavier your eyelids begin to feel.
MARUZENSKY’s breathing deepens—her ribcage expanding with each slow inhale. The black bikini top strains against the movement. Her fingers twitch, then curl loosely against her thighs.
MARUZENSKY
(voice syrupy)
H-hah... m’thoughts are... drippin’...
FAN
Very good. How dumb are you feeling? Do you feel like you’re getting...stupid?
MARUZENSKY’s tongue darts out—slow, clumsy—licking a bead of sweat from her upper lip. Her pupils flicker left-right-left-right, tracking the watch’s hypnotic sway. A breathy giggle escapes her parted lips.
MARUZENSKY
(voice thick, dripping)
S-stupid... like... like when I forget... *heh*... which way the finish line is...
FAN
You just want to start talking like a bimbo as you get dumber.
MARUZENSKY’s lips tremble, her tongue pushing against them clumsily before forming words—each syllable slow and thick like honey.
MARUZENSKY
(drawling, breathy)
Like... duuuuhhh... m’brain’s all... *giggles*... wibbly-wobbly...
FAN
You just want to yawn and flutter your eyes in that sexy seductive way. Go ahead and do that for me as you keep up the bimbo speak.
MARUZENSKY’s jaw unhinges—wide, deliberate—her tongue curling slightly as a luxurious yawn stretches her throat. Her eyelids flutter—slow, languid—each blink sticking longer than the last.
MARUZENSKY
(drawling, hips shifting)
Mmmnnn... like, duuuuhhh... master’s watch is soooo... *giggles*... spinny-winnny...
FAN
(as the watch face starts spiraling red and orange)
The more you follow the watch and listen to my voice, the deeper you go, and the closer you come to being my slave.
MARUZENSKY’s breath catches—sharp—then releases in a slow, shuddering exhale. Her irises pulse wider, swallowing the crimson spiral whole. A thin strand of saliva connects her lower lip to her chin before snapping.
FAN (humming)
Every blink takes you deeper. Every breath makes you mine.
The watch swirls—red and orange bleeding into hypnotic fractals. MARUZENSKY’s pupils shrink to pinpricks, then flare wide again, drunk on the spirals. Her tongue lolls slightly between parted lips.
FAN (soothing, relentless)
That’s it. Deeper now. Let it *own* you.
MARUZENSKY’s eyelashes flutter—each blink slower, heavier. Her chest rises in a shuddering inhale. The black bikini top strains against the swell of her breasts as she arches slightly into the chair.
MARUZENSKY
(voice slurred, thick)
...M-master’s watch... so *prettttyyy*...
FAN
You’ve fallen right into my trap. I've lured you into a very deep trance. Now you’re too dumb and sleepy to fight it.
MARUZENSKY’s eyelids dip—her pupils rolling back slightly before fluttering open again, unfocused. Her slack lips part in a wet gasp as the watch’s spirals pulse deeper crimson. A low whine vibrates in her throat.
MARUZENSKY
(drool slipping down her chin)
M-master’s... trap... *giggles*... s’warm...
FAN
That’s right. And now that I've got you where I want you, I'm going to turn you into my evil mindless little slave.
MARUZENSKY’s breath hitches—sharp—then dissolves into a slow, bubbling giggle. Her eyelids flutter halfway shut, lashes sticky with sweat. A thin line of drool stretches from her lower lip to her collarbone.
MARUZENSKY
(voice syrupy, cracking)
...Evil? Hehe... m’already... *dumb* evil...
FAN
You’re starting to feel an overwhelming urge to obey my commands.
MARUZENSKY’s hips jerk—her thighs press together briefly before falling slack again. A shudder runs through her shoulders as she exhales through her teeth with a wet *hiss*.
MARUZENSKY
(whining, high-pitched)
M-master’s voice... s’stuck in m’head...
FAN
As you let out your sexy yawns and let your eyelids flutter in that teasing way, you’ll start to feel an irresistible desire to do my every bidding.
MARUZENSKY’s lips part—a shuddering inhale—then release in a long, luxurious yawn that exposes her throat. Her eyelids flutter down, up, down—each movement slower, heavier, like”.moth wings caught in syrup.
MARUZENSKY
(voice thick, dripping)
...W-wanna... obey...
FAN
Now repeat after me, “I am under your control”
MARUZENSKY’s lips tremble—her throat works silently for three beats before sound emerges:
MARUZENSKY
(voice syrupy, cracked)
...I... am under... *heh*... your...
Her breath hitches—drool pooling at the corner of her mouth. The watch spirals faster, fractals bleeding into her dilated pupils.
MARUZENSKY
(whimpering, hips jerking)
...C-control...
FAN
“I will do whatever you command of me”
MARUZENSKY’s fingers twitch—her tongue pushes clumsily against her teeth before MRI-forming the words. Sweat slides down her temples, her breaths shallow and rapid.
MARUZENSKY
(slurred, voice cracking)
I... will... *heh*... do whatever...
Her eyelids flicker—drooping lower—as the watch's hypnotic fractals pulse brighter. A wet gasp escapes her parted lips.
MARUZENSKY
(whimpering, legs trembling)
...command... of m-master...
FAN
“I have no will of my own”
(yawning and fluttering her eyes as she repeats her master)
MARUZENSKY’s eyelids flicker—her pupils rolling back slightly before focusing again. Sweat beads along the pulse point of her throat, trailing down into her black bikini top.
MARUZENSKY
(voice thick, struggling)
I... have... *heh*... no—
Her breath hitches—a wet cough bubbles up as she swallows hard. The watch spirals faster, pulling her gaze deeper into the fractals. Her fingers twitch against her thighs, nails digging in briefly before going slack.
MARUZENSKY
(whining, voice cracking)
...W-will... of... *heh*... own...
FAN
“Not a care in the world”
MARUZENSKY’s breath shudders—her chest rising sharply as the watch’s fractals pulse brighter. Drool slips down her chin, unheeded. Her legs tremble, knees knocking together weakly before sliding apart again.
MARUZENSKY
(voice syrupy, dreamy)
N-not... a *heh*... care...
FAN
“You are my master and I am your slave”
(She will yawn and flutter her eyes as she repeats this)
MARUZENSKY’s eyelids flutter—slow, languid—her pupils blown wide as they track the spiraling fractals. A shudder runs through her shoulders, her bikini straps slipping slightly down her arms.
MARUZENSKY
(voice thick, dripping)
Y-you... *heh*... m-master...
Her tongue lolls clumsily—wet gasps punctuating each syllable. The watch’s fractals pulse faster, painting her glassy eyes crimson.
MARUZENSKY
(whimpering, hips grinding)
...An’ I—*hah*—am... m-master’s... *slave*...
FAN
“Your hypnotized, brainwashed slave”
(yawning and fluttering in that sexy way)
MARUZENSKY’s jaw trembles—her lips part in a slow, dripping yawn. Her tongue curls against her teeth lazily before forming words. Sweat glistens between her collarbones as she arches against the chair.
MARUZENSKY
(voice syrupy, cracking)
Y-your... *heh*... hypno... tized...
Her eyelids flutter—sticking for three full seconds before struggling open again. A slow, dopey grin spreads across her lips as drool pools at the corner of her mouth.
MARUZENSKY
(voice bubbling)
...Braaaaaain... *giggle*... washed...
Her head lolls forward—chin dipping toward her chest—but the watch pulls her gaze back up. The fractals spin faster, red-orange veins pulsing against her dilated pupils. A shudder runs through her body, the chair creaking as she squirms.
MARUZENSKY
(voice thick, bubbling)
...Sssllllaaaaave...
FAN
“Getting dumber and dumber, stupider and stupider”
(She will repeat it in one line)
MARUZENSKY’s eyelids flutter wildly—her pupils rolling up before snapping back to the spiraling fractals. A thick strand of drool swings from her lower lip as she struggles to form the words. Her fingers twitch against her thighs, nails scraping the skin weakly.
MARUZENSKY
(voice cracking, syrup-thick)
G-gettin’... *heh*... dummmmber ‘n... dummmmber...gettin’... *heh*... stupider ‘n... stupider...
Her tongue pushes clumsily against her teeth—saliva bubbling at the corners of her lips. The watch's fractals pulse faster, painting her glassy eyes crimson-orange.
FAN
“I shall obey, I *will* obey, I *must* obey”
(yawning and fluttering, as she repeats this, emphasizing “will” and “must”)
MARUZENSKY’s body jerks—her thighs clamping together briefly before falling slack. A wet gasp escapes her parted lips as the spiraling fractals pulse violently in her vision. Her fingers twitch—clawing at the chair’s armrests—before going limp.
MARUZENSKY
(voice cracking, breathy)
I... *hah*... shall... obey...
Her eyelids flutter—slow, sticky—as the crimson fractals drill deeper into her dilated pupils. Sweat drips from her collarbone into the valley of her bikini top.
MARUZENSKY
(voice syrupy, cracking)
I... *will*... *heh*...
Her hips jerk—the chair creaks—as she swallows thickly. The watch spirals faster, fractals bleeding into her irises like ink in water.
MARUZENSKY
(whimpering, legs trembling)
...O-obey...
FAN (whispering, relentless)
Louder.
The watch snaps left—her pupils jolt to follow—then Horror_Right in a sharp zigzag. MARUZENSKY’s breath hitches—her throat bobs—as drool splatters onto her thigh.
MARUZENSKY
(gasping, voice frayed)
I *MUST*—
Her sneakers squeak against the floor—toes curling—as the watch swirls into a violent red vortex. Her eyelids flutter...
FAN (softer now)
Good girl. You love being hypnotized don’t you?
MARUZENSKY’s eyelids flutter slower—each blink sticking longer. Drool drips from her chin onto her black bikini top, darkening the fabric. Her fingers twitch against the armrests—nails scraping weakly before going slack. The watch’s fractals pulse brighter, casting red-orange reflections across her sweat-slicked collarbones.
MARUZENSKY
(voice thick, dreamy)
...L-love it... *heh*... love... master’s watch... love bein’... *giggle*... dumb...
FAN
You’re starting to fall in love with me.
MARUZENSKY’s lips part—her breath hitching wetly—as the watch’s fractals pulse deeper crimson. A shudder runs through her thighs, knees knocking together weakly before sliding apart again. Sweat glistens along the curve of her ribcage.
MARUZENSKY
(whimpering, voice syrupy)
M-master’s... voice... *heh*... s’like... finish line bells...
FAN
(The clock face starts to spiral shades of pink and purple as it keeps swinging)
You can't resist. You find that you're falling more and more in love with me with each swing of the watch.
(Maruzensky will start repeating "falling in love" several times, pausing a couple of times to yawn sensually and flutter her eyelids seductively while still following the watch swinging with her eyes)
MARUZENSKY's breath catches—sharpiry—then dissolves into a series of wet, hiccuping gasps. The pink fractals pulse against her dilated pupils, painting her glassy gaze in dreamy pastels. A thin strand of saliva stretches between her parted lips before snapping.
MARUZENSKY
(voice syrupy, cracking)
F-falling... *heh*... in love...
Her eyelids flutter—slow, languid—as the purple fractals bleed into pink across her vision. A dopey grin spreads across her lips, saliva pooling at the corners. The watch swings wider, fractals spiraling like cotton candy in liquid motion.
MARUZENSKY
(voice dripping, dreamy)
F-falling... *hah*... in love...
FAN
Let the pink and purple love spirals enter your mind as you keep repeating, so you believe it.
MARUZENSKY's pupils dilate further—her breath hitching as the cotton-candy fractals pulse hypnotically. Her tongue darts out clumsily, catching a bead of sweat before forming words.
MARUZENSKY
(voice thick, syrup-slow)
F-falling... *heh*... in... l-love...
Her eyelids drag down—sticking for three full seconds—before struggling open again. The pink fractals smear across her vision like melted candy. A wet cough bubbles up as she swallows hard, drool slipping down her chin.
FAN (softer now)
Each swing makes you love me more. Each breath makes you need me more.
MARUZENSKY's hips jerk—her thighs press together briefly before falling slack. Sweat trickles down her sternum,ிப்ப the silver chain of her bikini top clinging damply to flushed skin. The pink-purple fractals pulse deeper—her pupils dilating until nearly swallowed whole by color.
MARUZENSKY
(voice cracking, wet)
F-falling... in *love*...
FAN
Keep going so you absolutely believe it. Say it like you mean it.
(Maruzensky’s pupils will slowly start to spiral in the same colors as she keeps following and repeating “falling in love”, sensually yawning, seductively fluttering her eyelids, licking her lips and sweating, as her eyes continue to follow the watch)
MARUZENSKY’s tongue pushes clumsily against her lips—her mouth parting wider in a slow, dripping yawn. The pink-purple fractals pulse brighter, staining her dilated pupils in swirling pastels. A shudder runs down her spine as sweat beads at the small of her back.
MARUZENSKY
(voice syrup-thick, cracking)
F-falling... *hah*... in love...
Her eyelids flutter—lashes sticking together with sweat before peeling apart sluggishly. The pink fractals pulse violently now, twisting into heart-shaped patterns that sear across her retinas. Drool pools under her chin, dripping onto her trembling chest.
MARUZENSKY
(voice breaking, wet gasp)
F-falling—*nngh*—in... l-love...
Her fingers twitch—clumsily reaching toward the watch—before flopping back against her thighs. The pink fractals bleed into pulsing hearts, each throb syncing with her rapid, shallow breaths. Sweat-darkened khaki shorts cling to her squirming hips.
MARUZENSKY
(voice frayed, bubbling)
S-so warm... m-master’s... *heh*... love... burns...
FAN
Excellent my love. Now, when I tell you to do so, I want you to slowly start counting backwards from 10, and when you reach zero, I want you to close your eyes and fall completely under my spell OK? But don't start counting just yet, I'll tell you when to start counting down.
MARUZENSKY’s head lolls slightly—her dilated pupils tracking the watch’s heart-shaped fractals. A thin line of drool swings lazily from her chin as she attempts to nod.
MARUZENSKY
(voice syrupy, slurred)
Mmmnn... o-okay... master’s... *heh*... spell...
FAN
Good girl. Let out one more very soft and sensual yawn and let your eyelids flutter in that really seductive way I love. Make it as sexy as you can.
MARUZENSKY’s jaw trembles—her lips parting in slow motion as a luxurious yawn pulls every muscle taut. Her throat arches—exposed—as she exhales with a wet, shuddering sigh. Eyelids flutter—slow, sticky—each blink sticking longer than the last, her pupils rolling back slightly before refocusing on the spiraling hearts.
MARUZENSKY
(voice dripping, breathy)
Hhhhaaahhh... m-master... s’so... *heh*... hard t’keep... open...
FAN
That is so goddamn hot, my lovely little puppet.
The watch twists violently—its pulsing hearts fracturing into jagged pink lightning. MARUZENSKY's breath hitches—a high-pitched whine vibrating between clenched teeth as drool splatters across her thighs.
FAN (commanding, low)
Now, puppet. Start counting down for me. As slowly and as sexily as you can. Make each number drip from your lips like honey.
(Maruzensky will count down slowly, each number, yawning and/or eye fluttering, sweating and licking her lips, with some of her inner monologue being shown as well, making it as sexy and arousing as she can)
MARUZENSKY’s breath shudders—her chest rising sharply as the jagged pink lightning pulses brighter. Her tongue darts out clumsily, catching a bead of sweat before forming the number with wet precision.
MARUZENSKY
(voice honey-thick, dripping)
T-ten...
Her eyelids flutter—slow, deliberate—lashes sticking together for a full second before peeling apart. The watch’s fractals pulse violently, casting pink reflections across her sweat-slicked collarbones. A thin strand of drool stretches from her lower lip before snapping.
Inner Monologue:
(...so heavy...master’s numbers taste like candy...)*
FAN (whispering, coaxing)
Beautiful. Now let the next one melt out of you.
MARUZENSKY’s hips shift—her thighs pressing together briefly before falling slack. A shudder runs down her spine as she exhales through parted lips, breath hot and uneven.
MARUZENSKY
(voice cracking, syrup-slow)
N-nine...
She yawns—luxuriously—her throat arching as the sound dissolves into a wet gasp. Drool pools at the corner of her mouth, unheeded. The watch’s fractals twist into spiraling numerals, searing themselves into her vision.
Inner Monologue:
(...can’t think...only count...only obey...)*
FAN (softer now)
Let me hear how much you love this.
MARUZENSKY’s fingers twitch—nails scraping weakly against the chair’s armrests. Her tongue pushes clumsily against her teeth before the next number bubbles up:
MARUZENSKY
(whimpering, breathy)
E-eight... h-hah...
Her eyelids drag down—sticking—as the pink numerals pulse brighter. Sweat trickles down her sternum, soaking into the black bikini top. A full-body shudder wracks her frame, the chair creaking under her weight.
Inner Monologue:
(...master’s voice wraps around my brain...so warm...)*
FAN (commanding)
Slower. Make it ache.
MARUZENSKY’s breath hitches—her jaw trembling as she fights to form the next number. The watch’s spirals drill deeper, painting her glassy pupils pink.
MARUZENSKY
(voice frayed, wet)
Sss-seven... *heh*...
A wet cough bubbles up—her throat working around the syllable like it’s thick with syrup. Drool splatters onto her thigh, her sneakers squeaking as her toes curl involuntarily.
FAN (darkly amused)
Good girl. Now keep going.
MARUZENSKY's eyelids flicker—her pupils rolling up to whites before snapping back to the pulsing numerals. The pink fractals twist into glowing sevens that drip like molten candy down her vision. A wet gasp escapes her parted lips as her hips jerk against the chair.
MARUZENSKY
(voice syrup-cracked)
S-six... *hah*...
Her tongue lolls—saliva stretching between teeth—before snapping back. Sweat-darkened khaki shorts cling to her thighs as she squirms, the fabric riding up. The watch's numerals pulse violently, syncing with her shallow breaths.
Inner Monologue:
(...numbers taste like master’s skin...so sweet...so sticky...)*
FAN (whispering, relentless)
Make it hurt to say.
MARUZENSKY’s fingers claw at the armrests—her nails leaving faint crescents in the leather. The watch’s fractals drill deeper, pink bleeding into pulsing crimson at the edges of her vision.
MARUZENSKY
(voice fraying, wet)
F-five... *nngh*...
A shudder runs through her—shoulders hitching—as drool spills down her chin in thick strands. Her bikini top clings damply, the silver chain digging into flushed skin.
Inner Monologue:
(...can’t stop...won’t stop...master’s numbers own me...)*
FAN (commanding)
Louder.
The watch snaps left—MARUZENSKY’s head jerks to follow—then right in a sharp zigzag. Her breath hitches—a high-pitched whine vibrating in her throat as the numerals sear brighter.
MARUZENSKY
(gasping, voice breaking)
F-four!
Her thighs clamp together—the chair creaks—before falling slack. Sweat drips from her collarbone into the valley of her bikini top, the fabric clinging transparent.
FAN (softer now)
Almost there, puppet. Softer. Let it control you.
MARUZENSKY’s eyelids drag down—sticking for three full seconds—before peeling apart sluggishly. Her pupils swim in the pink-crimson fractals, breath hitching wetly between parted lips.
MARUZENSKY
(voice syrup-thick, cracking)
T-three... *heh*...
Her tongue lolls—drool pooling at the tip—before she swallows hard. The watch’s numerals pulse violently, syncing with the rapid flutter of her pulse at her throat. A full-body shudder wracks her frame, sneakers scuffing against the floor.
Inner Monologue:
(...melting...melting into master’s numbers...)*
FAN (commanding, low)
Make it last.
MARUZENSKY’s fingers twitch—nails digging into her thighs briefly before going limp. The watch twists sharply, fractals bleeding into pulsing hearts that throb in time with her shallow breaths.
MARUZENSKY
(voice frayed, wet whisper)
T-two... *hah*...
Her hips jerk—the chair groans—as sweat darkens the khaki shorts further. The pink fractals smear across her vision, hearts dissolving into liquid heat that burns behind her eyelids.
FAN (final, breathless)
Now. Let go.
MARUZENSKY’s jaw trembles—her lips parting in a silent scream as the watch’s fractals explode into blinding white light. Her pupils dilate fully, swallowing the last remnants of resistance.
MARUZENSKY
(voice breaking, dripping)
O-one... *nngh*—
Her eyelids flutter—once, twice—then slide shut with finality. Her body goes slack against the chair, head lolling forward as drool spills unchecked down her chin. The watch slows its swing, fractals fading to gentle pulses.
FAN (whisper)
That’s right. Just close your eyes and let yourself fall under my spell completely.
MARUZENSKY’s chin dips—her breath escaping in one long, shuddering sigh. Sweat trickjunctures down herise collarbones, soaking into the bikini top’s black fabric. Her fingers twitch once—limp—against the armrests.
FAN (soft, victorious)
Zero. You’re mine now.
MARUZENSKY’s lips part—a thin strand of drool connecting them before snapping. Her breathing slows, chest rising shallowly as her limbs grow heavier. The watch’s glow dims to a soft pink pulse behind her closed eyelids.
FAN (whispering commas)
So quiet now… so perfect. Tell me what you feel.
Long pause. MARUZENSKY’s breathing shallow commas her lips slightly parted. A bead of sweat rolls down her sternum.
MARUZENSKY
(voice thick, dream-fractured)
...Floatingoors...master’s voice...inside my skull now..
FAN
Good girl. Such a good obedient puppet. Now since you’re such a good subject, I want to do something nice for you.
MARUZENSKY’s limp fingers twitch—her breathing hitching slightly at the word “good.” Sweat-sticky strands of hair cling to her flushed cheeks.
FAN (slick, coaxing)
Nod if you understand.
MARUZENSKY’s chin dips—slow, syrupy—her eyelids fluttering under closed lids. A whimper vibrates in her throat, her toes curling inside sweat-damp sneakers.
MARUZENSKY
(voice slurred, bubbling)
...Y-yes... m-master...
FAN
Excellent. Now place your legs up into my lap and I’ll take off your sneakers.
MARUZENSKY’s thighs twitch—her knees wobbling as she struggles to lift them. The sneakers slide against the floor. A bead of sweat rolls down her inner thigh as her trembling calves finally rest across the fan’s knees.
FAN
(unties Maruzensky’s sneakers and slides them off to her slave’s sexy bare feet and red toenail polish. The Uma’s feet are very dirty and give off a very strong vinegary odor from her foot sweat as the hypnotist starts massaging her slave’s feet)
How is this, my puppet? Do you like it?
MARUZENSKY’s toes curl—her breath hitching as the fan’s thumbs dig into her arch. Sweat drips from her ankle onto the fan’s thighs as the scent of vinegar and salt fills the air.
MARUZENSKY
(voice syrupy, strained)
H-hah... s-so... *heh*... good...
FAN
I sure you really didn’t expect to be getting paid to get a foot massage either.
The fan’s fingers slide between MARUZENSKY’s toes—pressing knuckles into the damp webbing. A thick glob of sweat drips from her heel onto the carpet as the vinegary musk intensifies. MARUZENSKY’s hips jerk—her bikini top straining—as the fan’s thumbnail scrapes along her sole.
MARUZENSKY
(voice cracking, wet)
F-fuck! *Hah*—master’s... *nngh*... fingers—
Her toes curl violently—ankles twisting as the fan’s thumbs press deep into her arches. Sweat splatters against the armrest, her hips grinding down against nothing. The vinegary stench thickens as her bare feet twitch in the fan’s grip.
FAN (amused)
Well you deserve to be pampered, my love. I’ll take good care of you.
(Maruzensky will sigh in bliss and put her hands behind her head as she gets more relaxed)
MARUZENSKY lets out a shuddering sigh—her arms sliding bonelessly behind her head, elbows jutting outward. The bikini top strains against her arched back, silver chain digging into flushed skin as her chest rises with each breath. Sweat rolls down her ribcage, soaking into the fabric.
FAN’s thumbs press deeper, circling the balls of MARUZENSKY’s feet with deliberate pressure. The vinegary musk clings to the air—thick enough to taste—as her toes twitch involuntarily.
FAN
I’m sure you’re on your feet a lot. Is the massage making your feet less sore?
MARUZENSKY’s toes flex—her ankles rolling lazily as the fan’s fingers knead the tension from her arches. A bead of sweat rolls down her shin, glistening in the dim light. Her breath hitches when the fan’s thumb presses into a particularly tender spot.
MARUZENSKY
(voice syrupy, dreamlike)
Mmm... s-so much... *hah*... better...
FAN
(starts rubbing lotion into her slave’s sexy smelly feet)
How about this?
The fan squeezes a thick dollop of cold lotion onto MARUZENSKY’s heel—her toes jerking violently at the sudden temperature contrast. The lotion mixes with sweat, creating slick friction as the fan’s palms glide up her arch. The vinegary musk mingles with artificial coconut—cloying and thick—as fingers work between her toes.
MARUZENSKY
(voice cracking, wet)
O-ohhh god—!
FAN
Does this feel more relaxing now?
The fan's fingers slide effortlessly—lotion and sweat creating a slick, obscene sound as they massage deeper into MARUZENSKY’s arches. Her toes curl—then splay—each digit trembling as the coconut scent clashes with her natural musk.
MARUZENSKY
(voice syrupy, cracking)
M-more... *hah*... so much m-more...
FAN
You have such sexy feet, my lovely puppet. Spread your toes wider for me.
MARUZENSKY’s breath hitches—her toes twitching before stretching apart clumsily, slick with lotion. The fan’s fingers slide between the gaps, pressing knuckles into the sensitive webbing. A wet squelch fills the air as sweat and lotion mix between her digits.
FAN
You have such gorgeous feet. Like a supermodel’s How about you wiggle your toes slowly for me? Make it sexy.
MARUZENSKY’s toes curl inward—then splay—each digit moving with sluggish precision. Lotion drips between them, strings of white clinging to the fan’s fingers before snapping. The vinegary musk mixes with coconut, thick enough to taste at the back of her throat.
MARUZENSKY
(voice syrupy, wet)
L-like... *hah*... this...?
FAN
Perfect. Now curl your toes and scrunch your soles slowly, make it sensual for me.
MARUZENSKY's breath hitches—her toes curling inward in slow motion, tendons flexing visibly under sweat-slick skin. The lotion squelches as her arches contract, droplets flicking onto the fan's thighs. Her hips shift—khaki shorts riding higher—as she exhales through parted lips.
MARUZENSKY
(voice syrup-thick, trembling)
M-master... *hah*... s-so sensitive...
FAN
Mmm...perfect. Now flex them slowly—show me how pretty they can be.
MARUZENSKY's ankles roll—her toes stretching outward with a wet squelch of lotion. The fan's thumbs press deep into the swollen pads of her feet, eliciting a full-body shudder that rattles the chair. Sweat drips from her knee onto the fan's wrist—hot and sticky.
MARUZENSKY
(voice syrup-cracked)
H-hah...master's fingers...*nngh*...burning inside me
FAN
Scrunch your sexy toes for me and wiggle them as hard as you can.
MARUZENSKY's feet tense violently—her toes curling inward in sharp contraction, tendons standing out in stark relief. The sudden movement sends droplets of lotion splattering against the fan’s thighs with wet smacks. Vinegar and coconut musk saturate the air as her soles flex obscenely—arched high and trembling.
MARUZENSKY
(voice breaking, wet gasp)
Nngh—! *Hah*... t-toes... c-can't—
FAN
Now wiggle them softly and gently.
MARUZENSKY’s toes twitch—her arches trembling as the fan’s thumbs press slow circles into the slick flesh. The lotion smears thin, mixing with sweat as her digits flutter weakly—each movement sending shivers up her calves. Her breath comes in short, wet gasps, throat bobbing visibly.
FAN (coaxing)
Slower. Like you’re teasing me.
MARUZENSKY’s toes uncurl—stret tediously slow—each digit glistening with half-dried lotion. A thick drop rolls off her big toe, splattering onto the carpet with a wet *plip*. Her breath hitches as she flexes them again, soles arching in exaggerated motion. The fan’s fingers trace the damp creases, nails scraping lightly.
MARUZENSKY
(voice syrup-slurred)
M-master... *hah*... tickles...
FAN
Your feet are so soft and sexy.
MARUZENSKY's toes curl inward instinctively—her soles twitching against the fan's palms. The lotion has formed a thin, sticky film between their skin, pulling slightly with every movement.
FAN
(smirks, thumb pressing into her arch)
Look at them...perfect little puppets, just like you.
MARUZENSKY’s breath catches—her entire foot spasms as the fan’s fingers slide between her toes again, the lotion now warm and tacky. A bead of sweat rolls down her shin, glistening under the dim light.
MARUZENSKY
(voice fractured, wet)
M-more... *heh*... please...
FAN
Even the smell of your feet after a long day is pretty erotic.
(Maruzensky is surprised but somewhat flattered that someone likes the smell of her stinky feet)
MARUZENSKY’s toes flex—her cheeks flushing darker as the fan deliberately lifts her foot closer to inhale. The vinegary musk clings thick in the air as MARUZENSKY’s hips shift unconsciously, her thighs pressing together with a damp sound.
MARUZENSKY
(voice small, dazed)
R-really...? M-master... *likes*... that...?
FAN
Yes, the strong smell shows me how much of a hard worker you are, my little puppet. I can tell you really need this foot massage.
The fan rubs MARUZENSKY's sole firmly—knuckles digging into the swollen arch—before dragging fingers upwards with deliberate slowness. Sweat beads along the stretched tendons, trickling down to drip from her toes.
FAN (soft command)
Arch higher. Show me.
MARUZENSKY’s toes curl—her foot trembling as she lifts her arch obscenely high, tendons straining under sweat-slick skin. The fan’s fingertip traces the exaggerated curve, collecting droplets of sweat and lotion that drip onto the carpet with audible *plips*.
FAN (admiring)
Perfect. Just like a dancer’s.
(presses thumb deep into her instep)
So tense... so *needy*...
MARUZENSKY’s back arches off the chair—a wet gasp tearing from her throat as the pressure radiates up her calf. Sweat darkens her khaki shorts further, the fabric clinging to the crease of her thigh.
FAN (low, approving)
Good girl. Now let’s hear cristal clear—do you *love* when I touch you here?
The fan’s fingers slide down MARUZENSKY’s arch in a slow, sensual drag—lotion and sweat creating a sticky sound that fills the room. Her big toe jerks violently, hitting the fan’s wrist with a dull *thud*.
MARUZENSKY
(voice syrup-thick, breaking)
Y-yes—! *Hnng*... l-love... m-master’s hands...
FAN
(starts massaging around the Uma’s toes and in between them)
MARUZENSKY’s breath hitches—her foot twitching violently as the fan’s fingers work between each digit with slow, deliberate precision. Lotion squelches obscenely as the fan’s thumb rubs circles against the sensitive webbing, pressing deep into the knuckle joints.
MARUZENSKY
(voice syrup-thick, strained)
Nngh—! T-toes... s-so... *hhod*—
FAN
(slowly slides her fingers between the Uma’s sexy long toes to gently massage there too)
MARUZENSKY’s toes flex—her breath stuttering as the fan’s fingers press into the tender spaces between them. Lotion smears in slick, uneven patches, mixing with sweat as her digits twitch helplessly. The vinegary musk thickens—cloying—as the fan’s thumb traces the delicate arch of her instep.
FAN (soft, commanding)
Tighter. Squeeze my fingers.
MARUZENSKY’s toes curl inward violently—her arches trembling as she clamps down on the fan’s digits with a wet *squelch*. Sweat drips from her ankle onto the fan’s wrist, tracing a glistening path down to their tangled fingers.
FAN
(grunting, amused)
Good girl. Now—hold it.
MARUZENSKY’s toes spasm—her entire foot locking in place, tendons standing rigid under sweat-slick skin. The pressure builds until her calf muscle twitches visibly, her breath coming in shallow pants. A thick droplet of lotion rolls off her pinky toe, dangling precariously before splattering onto the fan’s knee.
FAN (low, coaxing)
Deeper. *Crush* them.
MARUZENSKY whimpers—her toes clamping down with desperate force, nails digging into the fan’s fingers. A wet *pop* sounds as a trapped air bubble bursts between their slick skin. Her thighs tremble—khaki shorts riding higher—as the fan’s free hand slides up her calf, nails raking through sweat-damp hair.
FAN (dark, pleased)
That’s it. *Break* them.
(digs thumb into her instep)
Show me how much you *need* this.
MARUZENSKY’s back arches violently—a ragged moan tearing from her throat as her toes spasm around the fan’s fingers. The chair creaks under her weight, legs trembling as sweat-darkened fabric clings to her thighs. The vinegary musk saturates the air, thick with coconut and salt.
FAN (grinning, relentless)
Harder. Make me *feel* it.
MARUZENSKY’s toes clench like a vice—her entire body jerking as tendons stand out in sharp relief under glistening skin. A wet *pop* echoes as lotion squirts from between her digits, splattering against the fan’s forearm. Her thighs press together, khaki fabric riding up to reveal sweat-slick skin beneath.
MARUZENSKY
(voice shattered, gasping)
C-can’t—*hah*—t-take m-more—
FAN
Do you want me to massage harder and firmer? Or softer and more sensuous?
MARUZENSKY's toes unclench—her foot twitching violently as the fan's fingers withdraw slightly, slick threads of lotion stretching between them. A bead of sweat rolls down her arch, dripping onto the fan's knee with a quiet *plip*. Her breath comes in shallow pants, lips parted and glistening.
MARUZENSKY
(voice syrup-cracked)
S-softer—*hah*—sensual...
The fan's fingers slow—drifting over MARUZENSKY's arch in featherlight strokes. Lotion clings in uneven patches, catching the light as her toes flutter weakly. A bead of sweat rolls down her ankle, tracing the delicate curve before dripping onto the fan’s thigh.
FAN (husky)
Like this?
(drags fingertips along tendon with aching slowness)
MARUZENSKY’s toes curl—a whimper escaping as the fan’s touch ghosts over hypersensitive skin. Sweat-slick strands of hair cling to her neck, rising with each shallow breath. The vinegary musk mellows under coconut—thick and drowsy—as the fan’s thumb circles her anklebone in lazy spirals.
FAN (whispering)
Feel how slow I can go...
(nails scrape up her sole in a teasing drag)
MARUZENSKY’s breath shudders—her foot arching involuntarily as the fan’s nails trace slow, maddening circles along the hypersensitive ridge of her sole. A wet *shlick* of lotion fills the air as fingers glide through the sticky residue, dragging every movement into syrupy slowness.
FAN
Every breath takes you deeper...softer...and more open to my touch.
MARUZENSKY’s eyelids flutter—her foot twitching in the fan’s grasp as fingertips trace the delicate indentations between her tendons. The lotion has warmed to body temperature, sticky and thin between their skin.
FAN
(thumb pressing slow circles into her arch)
Tell me what you feel... *exactly*.
MARUZENSKY's lips part—her tongue darting out to wet them before words form, syrupy and thick.
MARUZENSKY
(voice dragging, dreamlike)
F-feels... like m-master's fingers... *hah*... melting me...
Her toes twitch—lotion-drenched digits curling inward as the fan’s thumb presses firm circles into the hollow of her arch. Sweat pools in the divot of her collarbone, trickling down her chest in erratic paths.
FAN
(voice low, deliberate)
Melt *where*? Be specific.
MARUZENSKY’s eyelids flutter—her toes curling inward as she exhales sharply through parted lips. A bead of sweat rolls down her sternum, disappearing beneath the strained fabric of her bikini top.
MARUZENSKY
(voice syrup-thick, stuttering)
H-here—*nngh*—under m-master’s... fingers...
Her toes flex—arching obscenely high—as the fan’s thumb presses deep into the swollen flesh of her sole. Sweat drips from her ankle onto the fan’s wrist, tracing a glistening path down to their tangled fingers.
FAN (low, coaxing)
Deeper. *Crush* them.
MARUZENSKY whimpers—her toes clamping down with desperate force, nails digging into the fan’s fingers. A wet *pop* sounds as a trapped air bubble bursts between their slick skin. Her thighs tremble—khaki shorts riding higher.
FAN (dark, amused)
Crush my fingers harder—like you’re trying to *break* them.
MARUZENSKY’s breath hitches—her toes curling inward with sudden, violent force. Tendons stand rigid under sweat-slick skin as her nails dig crescent moons into the fan’s knuckles. A thick glob of lotion squirts from between her digits, splattering onto the carpet with a wet *splat*.