you blink your eyes in shock as the strange dust touches your face and some of it gets sucked into your lungs. A feeling of dread fills you as you wonder if those stories about the woman might be true.
In horror you turn from the woman and start to run from the Bazaar.
Elsa smiles ferally and shakes her head and softly said "Now John its rather rude to run away so please stop"
To your horror you find your body freeze on the spot.
She laughs and wiggles her index finger at you drawing you back "Now John please come back I so much want to talk to you"
You face becomes ashen as you find your legs taking you back to her inspite your best efforts to resist.
She giggles at your feeble attempts to resist her will then simply says when you stand helplessly before her "Good boy much better behaviour. Now dear you are going to do a small favor for me"
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