You look stunned, pet. As if you have seen a vision of beauty, one that has stopped all thoughts in their tracks. I can't blame you, of course. I am the Goddess of your dreams. And you are helpless before Me. All it takes is a beautiful cigarette held between My fingers, and you are completely helpless. You succumb to My mischievous smile, enchanted by the way the filter rests against My pretty, red lips. You whimper as I light it up, watching the ember flare bright and the smoke begin to spiral. With every deep drag, you grow weaker. With every breath of smoke, you become more obsessed. You can't get enough of your beautiful smoking Goddess!