She watches a performing wizard.

One of mages displaying his skills caught Shairi’s eye. He was holding out both hands, while two miniature dragons made of blue fire wheeled above them. Compared to most of the other displays around, it was pedestrian and repetitive.

But he was surrounded by a large crowd – mostly of women. Shairi suspected this had more to do with the man in question, rather than his magic show. He was young and handsome, dressed in the black and orange robes which bore the symbol of one of the mage guilds. He had black hair and wicked, tempting eyes. As Shairi pushed through the crowd towards him, she felt a distinct moistness in her panties.

She wasn’t alone in this affliction. All the women had flushed cheeks, and several had undone the top buttons of their dresses, exposing their cleavage to his eyes. Of course, these women wouldn’t dream of going farther than that. It occurred to Shairi that if she opened her shirt and outright flashed him her tits, it would definitely get his attention.

After all, it was clear that the mage could have any of the women there that he wanted, and Shairi wanted to be the one he chose.

Shairi suddenly froze, and went over that thought in her mind. The young man was handsome enough, sure… but hardly enough to attract this crowd and drive them almost to the point of throwing themselves at him. And Shairi knew she should have more important things on her mind than a man – even leaving aside the fact she couldn’t consummate her lust for him.

Her eyes narrowed as she watched the way his hands were moving, and the words he was mouthing. She realised his motions weren’t just for the dragon images. There was another spell woven in. In fact it was a spell she recognised – the Charm spell. She could cast it herself. It was useful for making friends, getting people to agree with you and do what you want – and for filling people with lust to lure them into bed.

This mage wasn’t here to show off his powers, or earn some meagre coins. He was here to enspell women for his pleasure.

In the normal course of things, Shairi could easily clear her mind of such a spell. But she’d been distracted by the wonders of the mage’s quarter, and hadn’t noticed the spell until too late. Now, her pussy was gushing, her skin flushed, and her hard nipples were rubbing distractingly against her shirt. As the arousal became more intense, it became harder to fight the spell. There was a very real chance that his simple spell would now be able to overcome her will.

The mage’s eyes lighted on Shairi, and he smiled as he took in her delicate, half-elven beauty.