Tell her about the statuettes and the cap

“Oh, that’s part of the Snetterton Collection.”

“The what?”

“The Snetterton Collection, a collection of supposedly magical items.”

Krystal looks at you sceptically, but not as sceptically as you would imagine. “Magic? Really? What do they do?”

“I haven’t catalogued most of them yet.” You notice one of the statuettes lying on the ground and pick it up. “See this, supposedly when switched on it increases the libido of women.”

“Really?” She takes it from your hands and looks it over. “And how do you turn it on?” You show her. She swivels the base until it clicks.

“Feel any different?”

“No, but then again, I am coming down from the best fuck I’ve had in years.”

She puts the statuette down and turns back to untangling her jumper from the straps of a leather cap. Untangled she holds it up. “And this?”

“That’s the cap of dreams. The wearer can enter and control the dreams of a chosen target.”

“Really, and this target can be anyone?”

“No, you have to put an object that has been in physical contact with the target for several hours over the last day in that pouch on the top.” You point out the pouch. “The longer the object has been in contact the better the connection.”

She moves to pick up the beers you’d brought in, and forgotten about in your rush to fuck, passes you one and then opens the other. She continues to look at the cap, while taking sips. You finish dressing.

“You’re taking this a lot more serious than I expected,” you state. You expected the talk of magic to be instantly dismissed.

“I’m taking it seriously? So are you.”

“I’ve experience with one of the items,” you state before realising you probably shouldn’t have said that. Her hazel eyes are now staring at you. “Ok, one of the items were these armbands, called the Bands of Cernunnos, I put them on. And? They appear to have merged into my body. These tattoos here,” you point to the tattoos on your upper arm, “that’s what they turned into.”

“They turned into tattoos? That all?”

“No, they also appear to have made everything down there bigger.” You point towards your groin. “I wasn’t that big before.”

“They made that wonder of a cock?” You nod. “Then I approve. Don’t ever take them off.”

“I don’t think I can.”

“Good. You tested these other objects?”

“No.”

“Then I think we should test this dream walking.”

“How?”

The next thing you know she’s shucking off her knickers. She’s only just put them back on. “These will fit in.” She carefully folds them and pushes them into the pouch. There’s a leather tie that closes the pouch. “And tonight, you’ll wear this and enter my dreams. Tomorrow, I’ll phone you and you’ll tell me what I dreamt, and how you controlled it.”

“But you’ll have to walk home without knickers on.”

“Do you think this’ll be the first time I’ve left a man’s house without my knickers?”

There’s not much more to say about that. You finish your beers. Then Krystal announces that she must go. She makes you promise to wear the cap and control her dreams, and that she’ll phone you tomorrow. She’s busy so she can’t come, but she’ll phone you. Then she leaves.