Dancer didn't bother to say anything, but immediately began to weave her hands together, the fingertips trailing golden mist. The mist billowed outwards and grew, till it surrounded Dora in a swirl that was impossible to see through. Dora lay there for a while, unable to see, then suddenly the mist was broken by Dancer's image, utterly nude, eyes shrouded with lust, and standing on her own legs.<br/><br/>"So." she purred. "I heard you've been looking where you oughtn't."