I explain my game to Beatrice. (Pink Trigger)

I think you'll enjoy this... The rules are not too different from your own game. Using your magic, you're going to have humans declare magic exists, and praise you as the Golden Witch, Beatrice. Only, this is even easier... You get to skip straight to the last boss. You only need to have one human declare it... The most stubborn human on this island, Ushiromiya Battler. If you can turn that young man's head, it's as good as if you convinced everyone else.

I expected Beatrice to look happy at how I'd phrased this, but instead, she looked perturbed. "Hip... I had planned an elaborate series of events to try and convince Battler of that very premise. Now, you're telling me I need to do it today, and that I only have the day! My powers are, in fact, quite weak now..."

Ah, but you have a certain magic you can rely on day or night, whether as a tangible woman or a painted portrait. I'm referring to your charisma and charm...

"... What's the point in flattering me now, demon?" Beatrice asked me, cocking half a smile. "Is there a masterful trap-crafting demon somewhere on this island to win to my cause?"

I'm talking about something more direct. I'm telling you to use that charm to win over Battler. Use your sex appeal!

Beatrice kept the same smile, but to my amusement, her face was rapidly filling with color. "... What... the hell...? Mrr... That's not a bad idea if I'm trying to get into Ushiromiya Battler's pants, but what about getting him to acknowledge me?"

The two can be one and the same. I'm talking about showing him an evening of entertainment so bizarre and exceptional, he has **** but to acknowledge it could only be magic granted by a witch! Become a woman so captivating and enchanting, he will understand you are a literal fantasy!

The young woman gulped, then turned in place, crossing her arms and tilting her head up in a gesture that would be much more convincingly dignified if she was facing me and showing the appropriate expression. "Amusing... Truly amusing, Hip. However, I happen to know Battler to be a hopeless pervert with a horrifying dearth of shame. If you're suggesting I spend time with him... And... f-flirt with him a little... Will that truly be enough?"

Sadly, not at all. The man is stubborn, I know. I want you to push further. Pull Battler kicking and screaming into the world of adult entertainment, and **** him to say your name.

"... Y-y-you're telling me to... let him fuck me?!" Beatrice asked, whirling back around with a horrified, reddened expression that looked more like a mortified girl than a cruel witch. "Hip, that's not going to be possible-!"

Not like that, no. That would be the brute **** method. Witches have more elegant ways, don't they? I'm talking about a devious trap, a technique that allows particularly crafty humans to part others from their fortunes using nothing more than their physical beauty, a sense of rhythm, and a little practice. I speak, of course, of exotic dance!

"Exotic... dance..." Beatrice repeated after me, speaking each word as though it was a spell in Latin. "That is... also not going to be possible. Hip, I am well traveled, and well-versed in all manner of charms, but... I d-don't have any experience in that at all! Ballroom dancing, maybe. Sexy dancing... No way! Isn't there something else?"

There isn't, Beatrice, and there isn't time to debate it. However, you don't need to do it alone. In times like this, a witch needs to call upon her allies. Can you think of anyone you know who might know a thing or two about erotic dancing?

"I find that hard to imagine," the blonde admitted, frowning and tapping her foot.

Well, that's entirely the wrong attitude. If you can't imagine it, you're already dead in the water. There's no sense wasting a bunch of time thinking... I know for a fact you have some sexy friends hanging out somewhere on this island. We'll take a trip and throw out some lines, see if anything bites.

"Let's see if my risk of being laughed at to my face by my peers or subordinates pays off in a miracle..."

After way too much hesitation, considering both of us could go 'poof' if she didn't hurry, Beatrice finally moved her feet. I asked her to accompany me to...