She doesn't believe you, at first.

You can feel that several times during the conversation, she's so very close to hanging up on you, and yet you find the words to keep her hooked. Maybe it's the details about how you helped her set up her business, or how you tirelessly packaged those crystals and UPS'ed them for her, or the frankly incredible amount of information you seem to have absorbed without ever realising it, concerning the properties she's so convinced all these crystals possess, but you finally bring her about.

In the end, the idea that your brother believes you tips her around and she agrees to believe your story, for now. A FaceTime later, she's poring through huge books for you.

The core problem, of course, is the irreversible nature of the spell you're under. The secondary problem, just as obviously, is the incredible sexual arousal that you're fighting minute after minute. In truth, right now, should a fat dwarf with a tiny dick ring the door and offer to pump your pussy a few times, you'd gladly what the hell is that ridiculous fantasy? Come on! You beg her to think of something, close to tears. After a few more minutes, she finally finds what she was looking for, a spell-binder crystal. She explains she cannot use it to break the spell, as even if she wasn't pretty far away, the risks of the binding backfiring and making the spell more potent, possibly taking the whole town with you, is too high. What she can do, though, is alter one of the two problematic components... and add a tracker to the spell.

"One doesn't simply mess with my friends and leave without consequences." she says in a very determined fashion. Then she adds...

"You know, I do sort of have a reputation in the profession. And a few friends. A few very powerful friends."

And then, she looks at you, very intently.

"You know, right now, you are a woman. That makes you eligible to learning things men are normally forbidden access to. Would you be interested?"