Phoebe the Statue

"Trance!"

Phoebe was now completely stuck in place.

It seemed to Megan that the pose Phoebe had been frozen in seemed to sum her up perfectly. Beautiful but smug and uninterested with a hint of snide. That gave the witch some inspiration.

"Phoebe's clothes vanish!"

As Phoebe was left in the same position but now without any clothing the look on her face was completely out of place, and no doubt a million miles from how she was currently feeling. It was about to get worse.

"Phoebe turns to stone!"

Megan's frenemy was instantly transformed into what looked like a perfectly sculpted statue of herself. Her expression had been captured perfectly. Megan then walked over to Phoebe, whose senses were still working permanently though she was unable to move an inch, and whispered into her ear.

"Whenever someone looks at you, you will grow a little horny, and the more people the hornier. Whenever someone talks about you, you will feel very horny. If someone touches you, you will feel incredibly horny. Such a shame you won't be able to do anything about it."

The three witches stood back and admired the masterpiece they had created. There was a large bronze plaque at the bottom of the plinth Phoebe was now sat on. They needed a name for their artwork and decided on "The Smug Slut". They added a sign encouraging passers by to "view, feel and discuss" The Smug Slut.

Phoebe desperately wanted to apologise for mocking witchcraft but all she could do was sit there, still staring at whoever was in front of her with the same bored and smug look.

"Now we just need to decide where to exhibit her first" Lilith realised as she shared a look with her friends.