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In the library, Nadia’s eyes snapped open.

The gray sweater was gone. The jeans were gone. The flats were gone. She stood in the full glory of the cape, feathers brushing the backs of her bare thighs, spiral stickers perfectly in place, black stripper heels already on her feet as if they had never left. Her hair was down and styled the way it had been when she woke up leaking. The dark makeup was back, winged and smoky. She felt the weight of her own tits, the cool library air on her ass, the faint tack of dried fluids the stickers hadn’t quite covered.

Nadia smiled, she had her powers back.

She looked at the clown-masked man and smiled the way a cat smiles at a cornered mouse.

“Poor little Mind Melter,” she purred, walking toward him, hips rolling, cape swaying behind her. “Did you really think your cheap tricks would be enough to hold Madame Hypnotica?”

She reached down without hesitation and wrapped her fingers around his hard cock. He jerked back. She stepped in close, lifted her tits with her other arm, and pressed the spiral-covered nipples toward his face until the stickers almost touched his plastic grin.

“Look at them. That’s it. Let Madame Hypnotica show you where you belong.”

Rick’s voice cut in, urgent, still a little hoarse from earlier.

“The mask…as long as he’s wearing that mask he’s immune to your charms. You have to take it off.”

Hypnotica’s smile didn’t falter. She kept one hand stroking his cock, slow and purposeful and used the other to hook two fingers under the cheap plastic chin. She peeled the clown mask up and off in one smooth motion.

But despite herself, when she saw the face underneath, she stumbled backwards.

Jaden.

Her son.

The face she had packed lunches for. The face she deeply cared for. The face that had looked at her with desperate trust when he handed her the replica fob and asked her to save him.

Her mind wavered. A single hairline crack. Somewhere very far away the woman chained in gold flickered like a dying bulb.

Then Captain Zack’s voice rolled across the room, calm and certain, the same tone he used when he told Madame Supremo to suck the virus out of Rick.

“You can do this, Madame Hypnotica. Do not forget his betrayal.”

Betrayal?

The word snagged at her memories. Nadia’s mind reached for it and came back with details that felt too important to have been forgotten.

Her son had been her protégé.

That was the arrangement. He ran the errands she didn’t want to dirty her hands with. He sat in the corner of her office while she worked and fetched coffee and learned by watching. She had been training him, patiently, carefully, to hypnotize the ones the club needed but she refused to get close to. The ugly ones. The loud ones. The ones whose minds weren’t worth her time but whose bodies or secrets still had value. He was supposed to be her instrument. Her filter. Her good boy.

And then he had betrayed her.

A moment of weakness. That was all it took. He had drugged her, something in the tea, something she never tasted coming and used the exact techniques she had taught him. Turned her own powers against her. Made her kneel. Made her wear the weak psychologist mother's disguise. The little twerp had tried to steal her life from her.

Yes. That was what had happened. Her mind confirmed it the way it confirmed her own name.

I cannot let disrespect like that pass. I shall teach him a lesson. She thought to herself with conviction.

The crack in her mind sealed with an almost audible click.

She looked at her son’s wide, horrified eyes and felt nothing but purpose.

“Of course I can, Captain.” she said, addressing Zack.

She tightened her grip on his cock, already leaking, traitorous, thickening in her fist and shoved him backward with the same effortless strength Elena had used on Rick. Jaden hit the carpet hard enough to knock the air out of him. Hypnotica followed him down, knees bracketing his hips, the purple cape pooling around them like a spilled shadow. She grabbed his jaw with one hand and forced his face up into her tits, smothering him between the spiral stickers. The heavy flesh sealed over his mouth and nose for two full seconds before she let him gasp.