He had often considered the idea of using hypnotism along with his seduction. To date, he very rarely ever used the two combined. He had come into his own when it came to seduction, finding a level of skill that made such a thing seem almost easy to him. What sort of quivering heap could he turn a man or a woman into if he simply flexed all of his skills at once? A single lashing of lust had left Edreina like this. The power he could have, and how much would one pay? His calculating mind had already spotted her signs, skirted from point to point on her body to process everything he could use against her. There was the tightening of her thighs, the parting of her lips in that hungry groan, the scratch of her nails upon wood. She managed to grab a hold of herself, but the thoughts still persisted. If he practiced, if he really applied himself, they wouldn't pay for bells of unrelenting passion. He would be able to service them for days.
For a moment his power rose, djed surging through his veins. He had grown and learned. He was almost to his peak in seduction, perhaps halfway there in magic. Edriena would understand. She was his friend, was she not? He could have the Svefra sobbing in delight.
The Whispers.
Edreina clung to her love, Matthew clung to his logic. He panted, tongue briefly swiping at his lips to collect the spittle that had nearly dropped from them. Drool? What a pathetically primal show of lust. Whispers? What a horrid sign that he had used too much djed at once. He was here to teach, not show what happened when he abandoned his logic. His eyes burned for a moment, staring at her. She had been the one who had caused him to lose his hold for a precious few chimes. But no, he had been the one to ask her. Of course she would choose lust, of all things. Was he not a creature who sold lust?
He nodded slowly, relaxing, his stance slowly returning to that passive and polite posture that the Svefra had grown familar with over the expanse of almost a year now. He certainly hadn't interacted with her that long, but they had known of each other then. She was different. He was too. His mind briefly went back to Syliras, remembering the days spent there. Then he was back in the present, blue eyes blinking to clear the flurry of thoughts that now assaulted his mind. "I won't use lust. Do not use it on me, in return. It happened once. With Karin, I've met her as well. The results..." He paused a moment, gaze growing distant as he thought back. "...just don't." He didn't like the spark that two Hypnotists could ignite. Edriena was one who he normally wouldn't accept business from. It worried him that magic had briefly made him reconsider that.
The harlot moved on, answering her questions, even the one she had not finished. "I can't explain how a normal wizard would do it, but to me, I simply weave in the emotion or the suggestion. If djed is like a cloth, the emotions and suggestions are like thread. The more subtle the effect, the less thread I weave into the djed. Then I transmit it, through touch, through eye contact, through sound. What I did to you simply was quite a bit of thread woven into the djed. Normally I could do it without it giving me that moment of tiredness, but I reacted to your own magic defensively. I struck instinctively, not with logic. The other techniques are similar. You can invoke a flash in their mind, but instead of weaving djed with emotion, weave it with an image. Weave it with something that plays on their senses. Brace yourself." Catching his breath he slowly began to swirl his djed once more, this time weaving the image of a memory into it. In and out the thread went until the correct tapestry had been made. Catching her eyes with his, he sent it to her.
An image of friendship, to hopefully dull the moment of raging lust. The flashing image would briefly light her mind before he relaxed back, lounging, stretching against the door. It wasn't a purposeful display, but his shirtless upper half certainly didn't hesitate to show off. Golden skin stretched over defined muscle, the light of the room catching one or two beads of sweat to give them a brief moment of light. They traveled, catching the eye, running through dips and definition that littered his body like a maze of slim muscle. It had become so very natural for him now. He settled, eyes finding Edreina's, voice slowly returning to the tone that she was familiar with. "Try it, if you think you have the concept. Apply it to your own method. And stop drinking the wine. I am a Hynotist, Edreina. There is a purpose to everything. Why would I have given you wine?"
It had been drugged before she had came. The drug would still take some time to kick in. Now though, he wasn't sure he wanted it to. His plan had backfired, all because of a mistake on his part. He'd have to recalculate as he went.
For a moment his power rose, djed surging through his veins. He had grown and learned. He was almost to his peak in seduction, perhaps halfway there in magic. Edriena would understand. She was his friend, was she not? He could have the Svefra sobbing in delight.
The Whispers.
Edreina clung to her love, Matthew clung to his logic. He panted, tongue briefly swiping at his lips to collect the spittle that had nearly dropped from them. Drool? What a pathetically primal show of lust. Whispers? What a horrid sign that he had used too much djed at once. He was here to teach, not show what happened when he abandoned his logic. His eyes burned for a moment, staring at her. She had been the one who had caused him to lose his hold for a precious few chimes. But no, he had been the one to ask her. Of course she would choose lust, of all things. Was he not a creature who sold lust?
He nodded slowly, relaxing, his stance slowly returning to that passive and polite posture that the Svefra had grown familar with over the expanse of almost a year now. He certainly hadn't interacted with her that long, but they had known of each other then. She was different. He was too. His mind briefly went back to Syliras, remembering the days spent there. Then he was back in the present, blue eyes blinking to clear the flurry of thoughts that now assaulted his mind. "I won't use lust. Do not use it on me, in return. It happened once. With Karin, I've met her as well. The results..." He paused a moment, gaze growing distant as he thought back. "...just don't." He didn't like the spark that two Hypnotists could ignite. Edriena was one who he normally wouldn't accept business from. It worried him that magic had briefly made him reconsider that.
The harlot moved on, answering her questions, even the one she had not finished. "I can't explain how a normal wizard would do it, but to me, I simply weave in the emotion or the suggestion. If djed is like a cloth, the emotions and suggestions are like thread. The more subtle the effect, the less thread I weave into the djed. Then I transmit it, through touch, through eye contact, through sound. What I did to you simply was quite a bit of thread woven into the djed. Normally I could do it without it giving me that moment of tiredness, but I reacted to your own magic defensively. I struck instinctively, not with logic. The other techniques are similar. You can invoke a flash in their mind, but instead of weaving djed with emotion, weave it with an image. Weave it with something that plays on their senses. Brace yourself." Catching his breath he slowly began to swirl his djed once more, this time weaving the image of a memory into it. In and out the thread went until the correct tapestry had been made. Catching her eyes with his, he sent it to her.
A boat, gently bobbing on the docks of Syliras. Matthew and Edreina, the harlot looking unsure as he held out a necklace that held the symbol of Yahal. Matthew had no idea what a friendship was, but he was making his best attempt.
An image of friendship, to hopefully dull the moment of raging lust. The flashing image would briefly light her mind before he relaxed back, lounging, stretching against the door. It wasn't a purposeful display, but his shirtless upper half certainly didn't hesitate to show off. Golden skin stretched over defined muscle, the light of the room catching one or two beads of sweat to give them a brief moment of light. They traveled, catching the eye, running through dips and definition that littered his body like a maze of slim muscle. It had become so very natural for him now. He settled, eyes finding Edreina's, voice slowly returning to the tone that she was familiar with. "Try it, if you think you have the concept. Apply it to your own method. And stop drinking the wine. I am a Hynotist, Edreina. There is a purpose to everything. Why would I have given you wine?"
It had been drugged before she had came. The drug would still take some time to kick in. Now though, he wasn't sure he wanted it to. His plan had backfired, all because of a mistake on his part. He'd have to recalculate as he went.