The Dazzling Lady's Harem

Part 2 - Harry & Ursula

by me_chan

Tags: #cw:noncon #dom:female #f/f #harem #sub:female

Note: Special thanks to DazzlingLady (https://mcstories.com/Authors/DazzlingLady.html) for inspiring this story.

At the exclusive high-rise condominium of a prestigious law partner, a small evening party was held amongst friends. Dennis Walsh, one of the top lawyers in his part of the country, liked to unwind every few weeks or maybe once a month, when his friends' schedules cleared, and they could all meet. It was a small-enough gathering made of wines, cheeses, and conversations that no servants were needed. Dennis' friends were a literal who's who of high profile society or business page figures. They were all fairly well-to-do, and had their share of controversy. Dennis was even surprised to have Suzanne Nelson attend as a friend of a friend, happy to be amongst the "like-minded" and be herself, as the group happily discovered. For entry to such a gathering, it took a password confirmation from the high rise's downstairs doorman to gain entry; slightly childish for a group of people who could almost buy their way into anything, but was a wonderful chance for to put even things like money aside and have an evening based on being merely people.

As the evening continued, the lighting of where everyone congregated grew incrementally dimmer; it was subtle enough to evade almost everyone's noticing, until an art centerpiece in the middle of Dennis' coffee table lit up, perfectly complimenting the dimmed lighting. Heartful laughter and lively smiles were abound, even as the centerpiece lit up and started showcasing and shining beams of colorful light around the party space. Instead of annoying or alarming, every beam crossing someone's eyesight made filled them with a small surge of euphoria. Funny stories were interrupted mid-sentence as lips stayed parted to enjoy the feeling, and the listeners couldn't blame the interruption once it happened to them seconds later. Those who happened to be standing found it very easy to find a comfortable seat to rest in. The room grew darker and quiet as hues of red, blue, white, yellow, purple, and other colors gave their minds happily-little to think about. But more than any color, beams of green in their eyes made them surge with lust, lusting for control they desperately wanted to surrender to, lust that triggered memories of deep green eyes each remembered staring long and lustfully into. 

The sole party-goer still standing smiled as every color crossed her green-clad form, as she regarded each with a deep gaze of green, bringing each one back into the exclusive membership of Dazzling Lady's harem. Like all the ones that came before Suzanne, and after Dennis, every high profile target that came across Dazzling's mercenary hypnotism offers, past the jobs that didn't include financial ruination, she privately kept after the fact as useful pets, maintaining probably the most expensive harem collection in the world.

"Good pets," Dazzling crooned to the impressionable crowd, loving the sound of swoons and moans just from hearing her voice. Proper socialites became instinctively, unbearably horny as thoughts sank into lovely green depths, beginning to sluggishly reach to touch themselves through expensive garbs. A few felt the need to slip to the floor, just to be close to Dazzling's sandaled feet, especially Suzanne who'd found her way to the floor first, kissing and trying unsuccessfully to remove the sandals to lick her owner's soles as she went around the room. 

Eventually, after giving each in the room a small, private induction, Dazzling sat, letting Suzanne remove her sandals and worship to her heart's content. 

"Everyone, I know you've met our new member Suzanne on a conscious level, but I invite you all to get to know the real Suzanne, the same way I have introduced all of you to your real, surrendered, sensually-enslaved selves. Show her how wonderful it is to be a part of this highly-exclusive conclave, how wonderful it is to be exclusively mine."

From behind Suzanne, warm touches made the new inductee moan as she sucked on Dazzling's toes. Hands caressed her breasts, pinched her nipples, stroked her back, dipped a few fingers into the wetness between her legs. Nothing but gently pulling her head back for a long, tongue-ladden kiss could keep the blonde from giving all her attention to the divine feet. 

Gripping salt-and-pepper hair, Dazzling wordlessly diverted Dennis from her previous command and brought him beneath her green flowing dress. Absent of panties, she allowed her host to be as graciously-enthusiastic as he was dying to be, pent up elation for often calling the mercenary to see if any "services" were needed, legal to his consciousness, libidinous to his subconscious. She smiled every time she graciously refused, knowing each would add to the pool of desperation that finally erupted under her dress. Dazzling Lady nearly howled in pleasure, from Dennis' experience learning what his domina liked best. The sound of Dazzling aroused set all her slaves off, moving to please the hypnotist the way they did the newest slave. The other foot was worshiped, and she guided some to her breasts, and Dennis' wife to her face for a kiss and another deep entrancing stare. 

After the third or fourth orgasm, she finally asked her slaves to relent, to spend time naked and lounging amongst each other, still enjoying wine and cheese and other amenities. Strolling through the lawyer's condo naked, she decided to freshen up with a quick shower, before rejoining the dim party still filled with colorful lights, only to find an unexpected +1 present.

"You really know how to throw a party," the new addition smiled, slightly startling Dazzling. She was a woman around her height, dressed in black leather pants, boots, and a motorcycle jacket. The standout feature of her seemed to be highlights for her raven-black straight hair colored blue around hair that nearly blocked her face, the blue highlights complimenting her blue eyes perfectly.

"Not exactly my kind of crowd, at least what they were consciously," she laughed, bearing an accent Dazzling couldn't easily place, like Irish or Scottish.

"And you are," the green-eyed hypnotist questioned, putting on a confident-yet-unbothered vibe to try not to seem intimidated.

"I'm Mistress Ursula, part of the Kalatravaasa club. Allow me to belatedly welcome you to the club, you seem to be a..." blue eyes grazed down to curves, soft skin, and surprisingly-pretty feet "fantastic addition."

"Appreciated, though this could've waited until the next event," she sat near her slaves as Ursula remained standing. "How did you even manage to make your way to this private party?"

"Well, following you was the easy part, as was convincing the guy downstairs that I was looking for my friend, that I had the password he was looking for, and that that password was 'do as I command,' though I might be paraphrasing." Her explanation got a smile out of the toweled woman.

"I do apologize for interrupting your festivities though; I truly don't mean to encroach on what you've got going on," Ursula spoke with more sincerity.

"Then what brings you here?"

"Well, there is another Kalatravaasa event tomorrow evening, and I was intended to do a co-performance with a colleague, who unfortunately backed out at the last minute, having me scramble to find a replacement," she explained, taking a seat on the arm of the love seat occupied by a pair enjoying oral sex. Ursula smiled down at them before continuing.

"As I understand it, there are probably lots of hypnotists who are members in longer-standing than me who seem friendly enough to fill in for what you need."

"You'd think so, but all the ones who offered are men, which I don't find myself easily trusting, at least on the dominant-side. I tend to work better with women, and unfortunately there are less of us in this club so far."

"That's a shame to hear." 

"Very, but everyone spoke highly of you after what you did with that stock-lady," blue eyes looked around, smiled and pointed at Suzanne. "That stock-lady to be exact, and after some admitted stalking from a potential fangirl, I was hoping you would be up for it."

"And what is this event you're taking part in?"

"It's one of a few events tomorrow night. My contribution is me and another hypnotist driving a sub sex-crazy under dual inductions. I really prefer to work with another woman under co-op conditions."

Silent for several considerable minutes, the hypnotic host spent time ruminating the presented offer. Dazzling brought a hand to her face to rhythmically tap her finger against face, letting her gaze roam the spaces around Ursula, and more than occasionally on Ursula herself. Beneath an unemotive expression of deep thought, the green-eyed hypnotist smiled at the attractiveness of younger, uninvited guest; beneath her biker attire had to be a fit woman that carried herself well, and riled excited mental pictures of what she might be like under her clothing, and how sexy she'd be wearing nothing but a mindless, drooling smile and a light sheen of orgasmic perspiration. 

Keeping her legs closed to hide the warm wetness growing, Dazzling finally spoke. "After careful consideration of my schedule this week, I think tomorrow night is available. I'd love to work on cooperative conditions with you."

The two women smiled at one another as they briefly went over the details that night.

***

The lit stage for that evening's Kalatravaasa was teeming with excitement, as Mistress Ursula presented herself, and the subject she was to trance soon named Harry. Harry was a very handsome, well-groomed, fairly-muscular man with brown hair, easy brown eyes, a plum-colored buttoned shirt and black slacks. He looked to be closer to Dazzling's age than Ursula's, and his smile closer to genuine excitement over nervousness. 

Waiting behind the stage area to make a fashionably on-time appearance, Dazzling watched the on-stage duo as well as the crowd, impressed with the hushed silence and eager smiles anticipating a very entertaining hypno-trio.

At the mention of working with a partner, Dazzling confidently emerged onto the stage, wearing a slightly-frilly maxi-dress. The material was a shiny green that matched the color of her heels and eyes. Her hair done up, she drew whistles and awestruck gasps as she impressed the more casual Mistress Ursula, dressed in the same jeans and leather jacket as before.

"And here is my w-wonderful co-host tonight, a woman that literally embodies her title, Dazzling Lady!" Ursula announced with subconsciously-elevated passion in her tone.
Dazzling waved and took the introduction in stride, knowing the effect she had from her first Kalatravaasa performance, as well as what the audience would be hoping for that evening.

Handing the individual mic over to her, Dazzling turned hers on and spoke into it an octave lower than Ursula, giving everyone a preview of her patented sensually-hypnotic voice.

"It's very much a pleasure to be here tonight. It's very much a pleasure to hear the hushed silence of a crowd waiting for the magic to happen. It will be very much a pleasure, to let that magic wash over you. Wouldn't you agree, Harry?" Slyly lowering her gaze and the microphone down to the male subject's face, he stared up, forgetting he had the ability to speak momentarily before his voice croaked.

"Uh, y-yes Mistress Dazzling," he uttered in an excited tenor.

"Oh no, dear Harry. The Mistress is to your left. The Dazzling is to your right. And you are left between them, caught between two irresistibly-soft places, resting in the hard place."

Glancing in Ursula's direction, she told the co-hypnotist with her eyes it was her turn to contribute.

"Yes Harry," she crooned is name, with a hint of deep consideration in her voice. "Trapped between hypnosis and hypnosis, trapped in a hard place, as it's so hard to see anything except the darkness in-front of you; a dim sea of faces turning as blank as yours, as you listen, as you sink, as you begin to drown in hypnosis."

Dazzling smiled at the excellent visualization she could play off of.

"Yes Harry, that dark sea in-front of you, the tide of soothing voices pulling you out to see, protected by them, anchored by them. So hard to see, so wonderful to know you're protected. And the harder it is to see, the more wonderful it may become. And the more wonderful you feel, the harder you may feel..."

Harry's head lolled to the side, steadied by Ursula's hand on his shoulder as his eyes turn to slits, the bright spots of faces reflecting the stage lights disappeared into the darkness that literally made him harder, and harder. The sight of his tenting pants pleased everyone there, as Ursula continued the dual trance.

"So very hard, so incredibly hard, so incredibly hard to resist the sound of hypnosis, the sound of voices drawing you in. Sinking down, down, down....drowning in the sound of hypnosis. So very hard, but so very, very easy to drown in the sound...of hypnosis."

"Drown...sound...hypnosis..." Harry muttered audibly.

Before Dazzling could chime in again, she looked towards Ursula to see a gaze of mixed communication directed at her. Obviously this induction was turning more than just Harry on. The way she bit her lip, the obvious lust across her features, Ursula was smitten for Dazzling. The green-eyed hypnotist was pleased of that development, before seeing blue eyes reflecting a challenging look, as if her words were directed more at Dazzling than Harry.

Feeling a slight mental tug from the effect of Ursula's voice, Dazzling cocked her head to the side, matching the gaze as she accepted the challenge.

"Yes, so very easy to drown in the sound of hypnosis, but so hard not to. Not that there's really any choice to, which makes it so easy. Not that there's any sense of resisting this left, which would make this so hard. Funny how you may want both hard and easy; the harder you fight, the easier you make it to drown...in the sound...of hypnosis."

"Drown...in the sound...of hypnosis..." Harry repeated.

Ursula's look intensified even more as both women stood straight up, ceasing to lean towards the incapacitated Harry to balance themselves for the impromptu duel those still aware could see. Knowing approaching other would lead to annoying microphone feedback to interrupt their overwhelming voices, they relied solely on their own words to bring the other down.

"And drowning you are...in the sound...of my voice. Drown in the sound of hypnosis, the sound of my voice, and let it weigh you down, sink you deeper...and deeper..." Ursula crooned.

"So very deep now, drowned in hypnosis, and drowning still. Drowning out all thoughts but mine. Drowning out all sounds but mine. Drowning in the sound of hypnosis; and the further you drown, the harder it gets to feel your limbs. Floatly limbs get lighter, so easy to let the float, so hard to hold energy as all your energy is focused on listening...on drowning in the sound of hypnosis..." Dazzling softly attacked her opponent's ability to stand or hold the microphone up, eyeing with satisfaction how her muscles seemed to begin to falter.

"Drown in the sound of hypnosis..." Harry's repetition kept the dueling hypnotists focused deeply on each other.

"Just as it becomes so hard to feel those muscles around your neck, your throat, drowning in relaxation as those muscles used to speak soften, drowning makes it sooo hard to speak...drowning makes it sooo hard to think...sink and drown in silence...drown and sink into my voice...sink and drown in the sound of hypnosis..." Ursula took cues from Dazzling's strategy, attacking the her ability to continue to weave the mercenary hypnotist's spell.

"Drown in the sound of hypnosis..." 

The combination of Ursula's soothing suggestions aimed at her throat plus Harry's repetition made the planned quick retort falter, as Dazzling wondered why Harry's confidently-whispered mantra sounded like it was directly at her ear.

Dazzling's voice literally caught in her throat, unsurety and confusion hitting her all at once alongside the dual insistent tones coming from the front and back.

"Drown in the sound of hypnosis..."

"Drown in the sound of hypnosis..."

Soft hands from behind guided her muscles down, letting the microphone slip from her hand as glassy green eyes watched Mistress Ursula approach her. The female hypnotist's hand caressed one cheek as an unseen male one caress the other.

What was left of the aware audience took great pleasure in watching Master Harry and "Mistress" Ursula doubly capture the famed hypnotist under sneaky pretenses. They noted that Harry really went under, but deduced that the phrase "drown in the sound of hypnosis" brought him out of trance completely, allowing him to securely subdue both women. 

Those who knew Harry best in the Kalatravaasa circles had known Ursula was his long-time slave, and someone with a genuine gift for understanding and inducing trances if allowed to do so. They marveled at Master Harry's ingenious of creating a "Mistress Ursula" personality that believed Harry was the slave, able to trap unsuspecting peoples whenever the mood struck him.

Soon on-stage, it wasn't long before Dazzling sat lifelessly in the chair and slave-Ursula stood upright and mindless as Master Harry woke the crowd back up and received almost unanimous applause for the devious show he put on.

"Thank you, thank you very much. I hope you all enjoyed that; I know my ladies surely did. And it's so nice to finally get to know such a celebrity. And in-time, I think we might get to know her very intimately in future shows. Verrrry intimately, wouldn't you agree lovely?"

"Yes Master Harry; very lovely..." Ursula uttered like a drone.

The handsome hypnotist very much looked forward to the time he could show off his work to the crowd, but he knew better than to assume Dazzling was deep enough to command without issue.

"Indeed lovely, but until that time, please take a bow with me ladies..."

The ladies bowed alongside their Master to more applause before heading for the establishment's dressing room, with Dazzling carefully led by the hand by Ursula.

Once out of sight in the lit, empty room, Master Harry had his slaves lean stand in the center of the room as he leaned against the door, running his hands over his face and through his hair, all the nervousness that he experienced on-stage let out through a deep sigh, still surprised he pulled off his riskiest acquisition yet. Dazzling Lady's reputation preceded itself, especially since he was around to witness what she did to someone as high-profile as Suzanne Nelson. He wanted to scream with what he'd accomplished, with the monies, resources, and elevated reputation at hand.

"Master, who is Cursula?"

Harry barely heard the unexpected question is silent slave asked, but he couldn't help but hear the strong orgasm that followed it. Ursula's knees buckled as she leaned back to collapse on the couch behind her, arching her back as her mind flooded with fresh suggestions. She laughed like a woman freed from  a rancid prison, taking a deep breath in, and looking at Harry with laughable contempt.

"Slave?" he questioned, never seeing such a side of Ursula before, outside of...

"That's Mistress Ursula to you, 'master.'" The tone of her voice was purely the dominant Harry had installed in her, but never had it been activated by anyone but him. He nearly grew angry at how she'd switched herself on, or how she'd spoken his title in a diminutive tone. He would've acted on that anger, before Dazzling came alive and stood with her hands on her hips. Her living-doll stature horrified him, already dreading the consequences of mistreating a toy, or unsuccessfully trying to turn such an alpha into a toy.

"Well, that was fun," Dazzling laughed as she sat next to Mistress Ursula, regarding the usual slave as an equal dominant.

"God, I love that look on his face," Ursula giggled. "It just screams 'how.'"

"Indeed it does," Dazzling giggled in unison. "Would you like the honors of explaining the situation to him?"

"Why thank you, my Dazzling Lady," Ursula regarded the dominant next to her with an appreciative look before directing another look of contempt at the standing man.

"Do you know the last time you let me cum, Harry?"

Still befuddled by the unfolding nightmare sitting before him, only part of his brain power could be used to answer the question, and the answer totally evaded him.

"Neither can I. I can't deny that you're a better than average hypnotist, but how cruel it was to hold back orgasms for me like that. That cruelty didn't have the effect you thought it did, something quickly rectified when you sent me up to lure Dazzling into your trap. Watching this woman work
at her party got me soooo wet. And she's just such an exceptional hypnotist, watching her work from the shadows caught me and led me into that sweet darkness..."

Ursula's vision was momentarily blinded by Dazzling's hand as the world went away into the darkness and whispered words into open ears before awoken again, wetter and appreciate mid-explanation. 

"Couldn't help myself," Dazzling joked, soaking up Ursula's kiss before the new Mistress continued.

"That darkness works wonders to the cruelly-imprisoned, leading me to a Nirvana I felt programmed to forget. Before your plan went according to plan, hers went swimmingly as I was tranced and coaxed into explaining my presence with the promise of orgasmic pleasure. It'd been soo long since I felt that good. Needless to say, it didn't take her long to open me up in ways I never thought possible. I do thank you for creating Mistress Ursula, for whatever reason, but I have to thank my Dazzling Lady here for locking in that change, freeing me. Empowering me."

"She's so much sexier as an alpha, and as an apprentice, don't you agree?" Dazzling asked the still-silent Harry.

"Of course you do. Hypnotist like us seem to know potential when we see it, and Ursula here has it in spades. Right Cursula?"

Trying to say yes, it came out an orgasmic scream as another deep orgasm overtook her.

"W...w-what a nickname..." she husked after regaining control of her breath.

"What trigger is that?" Harry finally spoke up, looking for some flotsam to latch onto, his ego and excitement still deflating.

"Oh, just a little orgasm trigger. The C stands for 'clitty Ursula.'" 

"Aww, I was hoping it stood for 'cruel Ursula.' Or even better, 'cunty Ursula,'" the dubbed hypnotist looked in Harry's direction, ready to exact some revenge.

"The meaning could be interchangeable," Dazzling allowed. "But the effect remains the same; each orgasm frees her up to open herself to being a Mistress, to having control over herself, and to choose whom she would surrender to, if she wishes to be a switch."

"Is that an invitation?" Ursula purred as she looked at Dazzling with another inviting stare.

"I invite you to look my way, if you want to succumb to someone," intense green eyes nearly swallowed blue ones.

"And I invite you to look his way, if you want subjugate someone...once I've had my shot with him, of course." Dazzling got up, approaching a Harry fearful enough to take a step back.

"That's cute that you'd even consider trying to escape. Leaving now upends the illustrious, short-lived reputation you've carved out for yourself; and making me wait to find you will make it worse once I get my hands on you. Stand and duel me now, and you'll garner some respect from me; I never completely destroy things I hold some respect for."

Turning his head back towards the door, he wondered if it was worth it. Dazzling Lady's reputation gave credence to her every word, not to mention the chance that she was giving him the fairest shot of winning he could ask for, and the chance to take his Ursula back. Those thoughts made him take a deep breath, symbolically sucking all the lost confidence back into his body, gently clearing his throat to speak.

"Very sporting of you Dazzling Lady, however I have no need to destroy; I drown those in my sights, letting them drown in the sound of hypnosis. They drown because they want to, just as you did. Remember how good it feel to drown now." Harry let his calm demeanor and subtle body language move eyes all over the motions of his body while his words slipped in; it was a tactic that hundreds of girls and dozens of slaves found themselves taken by.

"It must be hard to think the same trick will work twice, Harry. But truth be told, it will work on you, just as it did on-stage. It would be hard not to, feeling what womanly voices did to your mind and body. And here you are again, stuck between softness, every soft word that leaves you perpetually in that hard place. Don't think too hard about it, lest it be hard to come back." Dazzling countered with her own body movements, letting her nails drift down the material of her dress, watching his crotch carefully for signs of what might make him jump; she was happy to learn that simply uttering the word "hard" got him where she wanted him. The tips of her nails were the same shade of green as her dress fabric, and Harry found it quite compelling to see the tips disappearing as they made contact, signifying how her words disappeared to his conscious while taking shelter in his subconscious.

"The way that succulent green of your nails drowns in your dress is so wonderful. You're already feeling, already embodying drowning in my voice, in the soft place you want to sink into, and yet you have soo much further to sink into pleasure. Just listen, and drown in the sound of hypnosis." Harry slyly used the mantra to hypnotize Dazzling and to trigger himself constantly awake, and he was pleased to see her so focused on her.

"I'm so glad that you're following the green, Harry. It would be sooo hard, virtually impossible not to follow. My nails seductively dragging your eyes, my voice seductively dragging your mind, to a green place, a place of just your body, and my voice. Such a place makes it so hard to think of anything else, making you so hard, able to rest freely amongst wonderful greenery, free to let go to your own arousal, free to feel as hard as you can't help but be."

Harry liked where Dazzling's words were going for the sake of strengthening his own, so much so that he was feeling hard in excitement. The tent in his pants grew, more aware of the friction than ever as it pushed against the material of his pants, and a ghostly touch teasing him. Brown eyes widened in surprise as his own voice faltered as a whisper accompanied the ghostly touch. 

"Soo hard to resist, soo hard in obedience."

Resonating words took him by surprise while Dazzling still spoke more, bringing his mind to a grassy plain full of lush green, green he desperately needed to feel against his skin. Disrobing with encouraged energy, a flood of hypnotic tingles covered his body, causing tremors of pleasure. A part of him knew he was still standing somewhere, but he was supported by the power of the voice, or voices in his ears. He saw Dazzling smiling evilly in his face, leaning into to one ear to repeat the mantra as the other voice continued the chorus.

"Soo hard to resist, soo hard in obedience."

He saw Dazzling's lips move but the words echoed unrelentingly over and over.

"Soo hard to resist, soo hard in obedience."

The pleasure got to be so much that he shut his eyes, overloaded with arousal.

"Soo hard to resist, soo hard in obedience."

Despite his ever-numbing mind, a tight squeeze to his crotch forced his eyes wide open, looking deeply into the clear blue of Mistress Ursula's.

"Soo hard to resist, soo hard in obedience."

The former slave to Master Harry held him up by crotch, stroking and hypnotizing him while Dazzling stepped back to admire the scene.

"It's so good, isn't it? That power, that control? Knowing what it grants you? Knowing it frees your mind and body."

Both Harry and Ursula continued to utter "Soo hard to resist, soo hard in obedience" in unison as dominant and submissive, but both losing themselves in the meaning as Dazzling continued to speak over the mantra to the new dominant.

"It's so arousing to take control like this, to make him curse even the thought of ever thinking he was in control of you. This control is your blessing. You are his curse, Mistress Ursula. You are his Cursula..."

Her legs stayed surprisingly firm as she mewled the mantra, making her squeeze him harder so he spoke it through pain.

Feeling how close he was to an orgasm of his own, Ursula's recovering mind smiled an evil smile of her own, and controlled his reactions with her strokes, leaving him on the razor-thin edge while pouring more of her own control deep into him, leaving him in perpetual pleasure and pain, deciding in that moment that that is where she would keep her first slave for the time being, if not permanently.

"Payback is a bitch, and so are we on occasion," Dazzling giggled softly in Ursula's ear, stepping back to let the scene continue for several moments more. She typically wasn't the type to play under anyone's pretense, but instincts told her to play along and see where things would go. A hypnotized Ursula from her harem party gave her enough information to prepare, and unbeknownst to all the Kalatravaasa members, Dazzling's harem had increased dramatically in quantity and quality. She truly never expected to tolerate any subs that were hypnotists, but she decided to make an exception in this case; they're help could be invaluable down the line, and it was genuinely nice help someone taking to dominance so well be allowed embody it for real, and using her former Master as her training dummy.

It was just before she would've bid both of them to stop when the door opened, and a red-haired woman stepped in, golden pocket watch in-hand, looking ready to act, but shocked at what she'd found.

"May I help you?" Dazzling asked, confused, tensing slightly as she didn't know if this was some back-up planned by Harry or someone else.

Looking at Ursula controlling Harry and Dazzling orchestrating, the redhead sighed.

"I may have been mistaken; I...I came here to help you. Apologies for underestimating your abilities Ms. Dazzling."

The green-eyed hypnotist put it together fairly quickly that the new presence probably took offense to a male hypnotist dominating a renowned female hypnotist with underhanded pretenses, and chose to do something about it.

"No need to apologize, I appreciate the thought."

"Not as much as I imagine they are appreciating yours right now," the redhead laughed, making Dazzling laugh too.

"And who might you be?"

"I'm Mistress Alexis; it's a pleasure to meet you."

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