Posted on 2022-11-10 09:35:12
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After working a good few weeks for Mesmeralda and her lover, Agatha had grown accustom to her new job as she would be used to clean, cook, and of course perform for Mesmeralda and her lover on occasion. Though as the Hypno promised her, she was allowed to smoke from her own brand of rolled cigarettes, mostly on her breaks, but sometimes on the job if either Mesmeralda or her lover requested her to do so.

Going on her break, the Lucario would load one of the cigarettes into a holder before lighting it up and following Mesmeralda's instructions, taking a deep slow drag, inhaling the smoke, and holding it in her lungs before blowing it out. Agatha did this as she tasted the rich bitter smoke flow into her mouth and down her throat as she could smell the cloying acrid scent in her nose as she inhaled it deep into her lungs, but as she did, something began to stir in her mind as she blinked some.

"Wha-Wha happened, where am I?" Agatha asks as the spirals in her eyes began to fade, noticing smoke flowing from her mouth as she spoke and seeing the cigarette holder in her hand. "Why am I smokin, Tha bloodeh Hell is going... going... on?" She also tried to ask before the smoke began to take effect, clearing her mind of her usual thoughts and replacing them with the thoughts that Mesmeralda placed into her mind during her stay.

"Ah, I guess it was proobably nothin." The Lucario says before blowing a thick plume of smoke into the air. "I only got a few minutes left on me break, maybe it will come back ta me in time." She adds as those spirals soon returned as that blissful smile soon returned to her face. Though little did she know, that those thoughts would never return to her, not if Mesmeralda and her special cigarettes had anything to say about it that is.