Every time I light a cigarette, I've caught you watching me, staring in wonder. Why don't you come closer, pet? It's alright. I won't bite. Watch as I bring this cigarette up to My lips, inhaling gracefully and then exhaling, smoke blowing right into your face. The moment you breathe in - I can see the change begin. Can you feel it? The warmth flooding your veins, dazzling, enchanting fire. The pleasure building, growing stronger with each moment. Divine ecstasy. You almost look a bit frightened. Don't be scared, pet. This cigarette - it's special. The smoke is magic, old magic. Becoming a part of you, enslaving your senses, controlling your mind. From this moment forward, you'll be My good little smoke addict - enchanted, constantly craving the sight of your Goddess, gracefully smoking one more cigarette. You can't fight magic like this - you can't fight My power. You need to feel My smoke against your face, you need to watch Me tease you with a cigarette dangling from My lips. You will always be My devoted smoke slave now