"Well that's pointless, what's the point of magic if you can't get a nice meal out of it. Just snap your fingers and bam, Thanksgiving dinner, that sounds like something useful from magic. War, battle, all of those things? Whatever, they're fun, but dinner? That's real magic right there. That's what the American people want, Mistress."
Leaning back as she ground down into his lap, hands continuing to play along her waist and along her back as she played with his chest, "Yea, I guess I'll get some ink. I could pull it off, most definitely, and I don't think you need to be tracing anything to entice me into fucking. After all, I'm already very enticed."