The door burst open and in barged an Old English Sheep dog.
“Max!” Barbara smile.
“Max, get back here!” the third red-head said as she chased her dog in, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”
“Don’t worry about it my dear,” the witch smiled as the dog noticed her, “I just love animals, in fact if you want there are treats for my client’s lovely friends on the register counter, free of charge.”
The third red head found the jar.
“What’s in them?” Barbara asked.
“Oven dried yams and words of love,” the Witch smiled.
“Here Max,” the third red head tossed one strip to her four legged friend.
Max sniffed, licked, chewed, paused and then went at it with gusto. Neither Barbara nor the other girl realized the enchanted dog treat’s spell warping Max’s mind. The witch made her way to the new young woman and held out her hand.
“My name is Cinnamon,” the Witch was pleased as the young woman took her hand, “And your name is?”
“Ariel,” the third girl seemed to swoon for a second, “Princess Ariel.”
“Your highness!” The Witch curtsied.“Please don’t,” Ariel blushed, “Here I am a guest of your country and trying to avoid undo attention.”
“What would you recommend for me?” Barbara asked.
“You… my lovely,” The witch swung past a few displays and picked up a set of garments, “Ah, the Vampire Dominatrix!”
Barbara giggled like a school girl, and took the outfit from the witch. She pawed the heeled thigh boots, the leather dress, cat-ear hair band, leather gloves and baggy of fake fangs.“You will be able to keep your boyfriend enthralled along with many other boys and girls,” the witch giggled, “Remember, no underwear!”
A slutty witch, a vampire dominatrix… now how to corrupt the mermaid princess? The enthralled Max came over a licked the Witch’s hand.