The entitled daughter of Parisian fashion house LaFontaine has her eyes on a man at the café she frequents, but he’s in a committed relationship, having spurned her aggressive advances on more than one occasion. Since she always gets what she wants, that simply won’t do. Papa ships her a bottle of Hypnotique, a literally intoxicating French perfume made with the mind-warping effects of the Coeur Brisé rose. Once the target is under the spell of her smell, he’ll be temporarily reduced to a nonverbal beast whose only urge is to rut, just as she always planned. Excerpts: “We don’t want to overdo it, now. Just a bit on my wrists, my neck, perhaps behind my ears. He’ll have those stupid lips all over my pulse points like he’s dying to become one with my heartbeat.” « Bon chien. Pretty puppy. My dumb little toy poodle smells this perfumed pussy, doesn’t he? It’s driving him wild because no one’s cut off his balls yet. » « That’s right! Grab the back of my neck and claim me! Smear my expensive makeup all over this filthy stall door! Stand me on my tiptoes in these high heels and bury that thick cock right where it goes! Root around in this little cunt for truffles, you fucking pig! » Written by u/emosquid23 !