When we were teenagers, we went through a magick phase, where we thought we were wicans. Blame it on The Craft, but we never actually had any magickal powers at all. Now when we see someone dressed as a Sorceress we have to think about those days. For some reason though, this Sorceress seems to have some sort of spell on us. We can't quite put our fingers on it (eve though we tried really hard ;) ), but there seems to be something magickal about this girl. We feel compelled to keep looking at her. Compelled.... to stare... Compelled to... we are under your power my mistress...
