Might as well

“Well, if you have to, I guess I don’t have much choice,” Mario shrugged.

“Excellent,” Merluvee replied, moving in closer, “It’s a shame that you’re in a hurry. Shaving this off manually would make for some nice foreplay.” She then stopped just in front of him and seemed to struggle with how to place herself.

“Everything okay there, Merluvlee?” Mario asked.

“I’ve only ever cast this spell on myself, so I’m a little unsure of where I should…,” Merluvlee trailed off. Mario was starting to have second thoughts about strange magic being cast upon him. Seemingly unable to find a better spot to place herself, Merluvlee settled for kneeling right in front of him. Mario’s dick involuntarily jumped at the feeling of her hot breath so close to his head, eliciting a cute yelp from the otherwise composed and mysterious fortune teller.

“Sorry,” Mario’s apology was genuine, “Sometimes it has a mind of its own.”

“Right,” Merluvlee said simply. Mario couldn’t tell if she were blushing, but her cheeks did seem to be practically glowing through her veil. She pointed at Mario’s pelvis and began tracing sigils in the air with her finger, “Nairus Bikinis!”

Just like that, Mario’s hair from the bottom of his stomach to where his hips joined to his legs simply fell off, roots and all. Judging from the feeling from behind, the front of his body wasn’t the only part affected either. The sudden rush of cool air made a trail of arousal run up Mario’s spine, he touched the now hairless part of his body. It was silky smooth to the touch, like it had been just recently shaved.

“Could you move your hands, please?” Merlee asked Mario as she began drawing her own set of sigils in midair above the parchment, “Tracis! Xeroxis! Kinkos!”

A transparent copy of the tattoo floated in the air, inches away from Merlee’s outstretched hands. She had formed her fingers and thumbs into a box shape, like if someone were measuring out the dimensions of a photograph without a camera. The tattoo floated in the space formed between her hands as she moved the image into position. It projected itself onto Mario, conforming to the form and folds of his skin.

“Sorry, Mario,” Merlee said, “I don’t mean to be rude, but could you…, suck your gut in, or something?”

Mario complied, not upset in the least. He’d gotten over having a dad bod years ago. It was actually pretty easy once you realized that you were still plenty strong even if you didn’t look it and girls still hit on you despite it.

Merlee continued to move the image into place, moving her hands as needed while increasing or decreasing the space between her hands to resize the image. Finally, she moved it into a position that she seemed satisfied with and ended the spell with another incantation, “Vee!”

Mario’s skin prickled as the tattoo set itself into his skin, and he had to fight the urge to scratch at it.

“There!” Merlee looked proud of herself, “Now we’re ready to begin the ritual.”