Flanz - Tries to use pheromones on Jay

Flanz-le-Flore possessed a scent, a pheromone, one he became cognizant of at that moment, mixed within the plying tones of her voice and the soft sensuality of her fingertips divided from his body only by the thinnest fabric of his jacket. But he withstood these sensory pleasures once before already, when Charm used her magic. He remained like stone now, his eyes set dead on the vague mush of color ahead of him. It was easier this time; her touch mostly just sickened him, and he wanted nothing more than for her to let go.

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[6] Trickery, Stage Machinery