The entrance into the circle brought with it stepping into another world, it seemed.  Warmth, for one, was within the circle.  The second was the change in scenery.  The panther still sat where he sat, but was...different.  Not only was it much leaner and sinister looking, a pair of tentacles sprouted from its shoulders and writhed in the air.  At the end of the tentacles were multiple hooks that did not look enticing.  The man was much the same, save now the weapons he wielded could be seen, a pair of swords that were curved and dangerous.<br/><br/>"I was hoping you'd step into our lair," the man said with a smile.  "Welcome to the Night Parade, child.  You now have two choices.  You can be food, or you can be friend.  Which do you choose?"  As he approached, his hands splayed in front of him, his words continued to come forth.  "And don't worry, no one out there sees anything but what we desire.  Right now?  They're watching you touch and pet Jagger.  You can still touch and pet him if you desire.  I think he likes you a bit."<br/><br/>The panther moved, the tentacles moving almost on their own free will, spreading out like they were going to encircle her if she tried to step back.  "I wouldn't try to walk back across that line either," the man spoke.  "If you do, Jagger will not like you any more.  That would break the glamour and then bad things would happen.  We wouldn't want that, would we?"