We want him barefoot!

As Esmeralda took his vest away forever, Rhiamon, gracefully stepped around the stone altar and held out her hand to the male who had so much to learn, saying, "Now it is time for you to see and believe in magic."

He cautiously held out his hand, fingers spread like hers. Anyone could tell he was romantically inclined toward her, (particularly Melicious who disagreed with his choice and intended to do something about it soon).

Rhiamon interlocked her fingers into his and commanded, "We must remove our boots, for we will dance on sacred grass."

She leads.

He kicked off his footwear. She pretended to do so but kept hers.

"Oh great and wise one," the muscular prince started, (obviously wanting something), "I pray thee to tell me more of the threat to {Kingdon_N} posed by the Earl of Banewasp," a bit like a nervous schoolboy.

She wondered how men could not realize that the more they try to conceal their emotions, the easier women could read them ... and witches even more so.

Rhiamon led him in a spinning barefoot dance across the dewy grass. Step, two, three. Step, two, three.

"First, you must listen, then you must believe, then you can trust," she told him, though it was probably not what he wanted to hear.

Step, two, three. As she spun him, she invoked a very simple witch's spell, a glamor to change her appearance. Step, two, three. His eyes flirted with her while his feet tried and failed repeatedly to lead the dance.

Rhiamon transforms using a glamor spell.

Step, two, three. Step, two, three. She magically changed appearance several times as she whirled about with her skirts flying (and as she whirled him about with his kilt flying). She was pleased to see he wore no skirts underneath, as a man ought do.

She kept him dancing to the silent drumbeat until it appeared he gave up trying to lead and just let his body follow her commands. And then they moved in unison as dancers ought do.

She let him feel free and wild, unhampered by his own inhibitions, nor society's conventions, nor underwear.

When she could see he had finally gained the instinct to be submissive to her. She pulled him down on the grass, laughing with him.

Accepting and enjoying his submissive role.