Her charm doesn't work

After exerting her aura over Steve she turned to gather her clothing, but something seemed off. Turning back, she saw Steve’s eyes looking back at her, which rang alarm bells in her mind. The few times she’s seen the mind wipe charm used their eyes rolled into the back of their head, but Steve was still staring at her, slightly nodding his head.

“Well, that all but confirms it I suppose.” He said in acknowledgement, more to himself than to Eliza. This only fueled Eliza’s panic even more.

“W-who are you?!” She back away, posturing herself defensively. Steve could hear the panic laced through her words, holding his arms up in a reassuring manner.

“Calm down, no need to panic. You’re a Mystic, right? A succubus I presume?” Some of Eliza’s panic morphed into curiosity at the mention of that word, but she wasn’t about to let her guard down.

“You never answered my question, who are you and why are you here?” Eliza held out her hand and pooled aura into it. It was a bluff as Eliza had no idea what she could even do with it, but if he knew what she was he could most likely sense aura, so hopefully it would work as an intimidation tactic. Steve, however, didn’t seem fazed.

“It’s alright, I mean no harm. How about we start over. My actual name is Svendori and I’m also a Mystic, like you. Here…” He said trailing off. Eliza raised an eyebrow but before she could say anything she felt a small dose of his aura flow through her. It was calm and inviting, but Eliza knew not to take that at face value. In unison with his aura wave, his body also began to change somewhat. His ears began to grow, elongating and drooping downward, looking similar to cattle ears. A set of horns poked out from his curly hair as well, barely making it past the brownish floof. The last thing to change was down south, starting below his waist. While most of his lower half was obscured by the water, his pale legs morphed into a darker color, with a patch of brownish fur materializing below his navel like a pair of pants.

“You’re a…satyr? I didn’t realize there were other people like us in the area.”

“Well, that’s on purpose, I usually try to keep a low profile. Unlike you, I don’t have access to mentalist magic to wipe minds.” Eliza, while shocked at the sudden revelation, realized things didn’t seem to add up. She’s unable to keep the suspicion off her brow as she questioned Svendori further.

“If that’s true, why show me your true form at all?” The satyr paused for a moment, looking downward slightly in thought.

“I don’t know, I’m not sure to be honest.”

“What kind of answer is that?" Eliza belted out, starting to get annoyed. "I’ve already been taken advantage of once, I’m not falling for it again.” More energy pooled, her palm feeling a warm sensation from her aura. There was no telling what would happen if she released it all at once, but she’d be willing to find out if this kept up. Svendori backed away slightly, putting his hands up as a sign of non-aggression.

“Don’t work yourself up. I can tell by your aura control that you’re a newborn, and trust me, what you’re doing there will not have the effect you’re hoping for.” The scowl on Eliza's face disappeared as she looked down at her hand, letting the aura dissipate as her intimidation tactic failed. “Is that what you were doing here, practicing?” Hesitating before answering, Eliza looked Svendori over. His words did seem pretty genuine, and fuck even as a satyr he was still attractive. Mulling it over, Eliza sighed, letting down her guard.

“Uh, yeah. My…I don’t know what you’d call it. Let’s just say a friend brought me here last night to practice.” He nodded his head, but still had a slight puzzled look on his face.

“Ok, that explains why you’re here, but…why are you naked? Do you just normally swim in the nude, cause if you do invite me to you’re next pool party why don’t ‘cha.” Svendori let out a low, husky laugh.

“It’s not like that.” Eliza blurted out in damage control. “She told me it was for better aura control.” While that was sort of true, she wasn’t going to divulge the excitement it made her feel. Svenori’s lips cracked into a smile.

“I think your friend just wanted to see you naked. Guess I can’t blame her.” His eyes looked over her body with those words. Eliza suddenly became self conscious, draping her arm over her exposed chest. She scowled at the man, though her face betrayed her as it flushed to a bright red.

“You say that to all the girls, don’t you?”

“Only the pretty ones.” He shot back without hesitation. She couldn’t help but crack a smile at the compliment, though that might just be her brain being fried thanks to everything that had happened. Speaking of which, her body felt like it was boiling from the inside out, she wasn’t sure she could last much longer in the hot spring. She stole a glance at her clothes, a gesture that Svendori noticed.

“Well, it’s been a night, one I won’t soon forget. I know you don’t trust me and I understand, that’s why I’ll leave it to you to contact me.” Eliza looked at him with a raised brow, but didn’t get a chance to ask. Svendori brushed his hand against the grass, which came to life between his fingers. It grew and stretched as it danced with his aura, forming into a small rectangular shape. After a pass of his palm the grass flattened and fused together into what looked almost like a business card.

“Here, take my number. Call me if you’re in the area or need help with something, I’m happy to oblige. You seem like a nice person. Also, don’t hesitate if you need to…top yourself off, if you catch my drift.” Winking as he finished speaking, he tossed the card in her direction. Eliza reached out to grab it but found it wasn’t heading for her, spinning past her. Its target was her pile of clothes, which it landed on expertly. She couldn’t help but feel impressed by the stunt, whether magic was involved or not.

The satyr didn’t wait for Eliza to respond, hoisting himself out of the water. Eliza averted her gaze so as to not get an eyeful of dong, though she saw that it wasn’t necessary. The fur around his waist and legs acted like a pair of pants, covering up his manhood to the point where Eliza wondered where it could be. Does it retract inside? She thought to herself before stopping as the realization hit. A couple clacks filled the air as he stepped on the stony sides, a pair of hooves indeed where his feet would normally be. Svendori gave her a small wave farewell, crouching down and jumping clear over the 12 foot wall, leaving her alone once more.

Eliza took a deep sigh of relief, thankful that the whole ordeal was finally over with. She quickly lifted herself out of the spring, her body a deep red that Kat would be jealous of. Using a towel she stole from inside, she wiped herself down as she replayed what had happened only moments ago. Her eyes locked onto the card that Svendori threw, taking it in her hands. The name Sven was front and center in fancy letters, below it sat a number, presumably his. She contemplated on what she should do with it.