Robyn took a deep breath, and climbed up onto the illusion on the darkened stage.<br />---<br />She had to admit it wasn't the best plan, but she was determined to see it through. The Magician would be back from his tour for maybe a month. It had taken a bit of searching to find his small, private performance studio, but Robyn knew he rehearsed there daily. It had taken a bit more effort to sneak past security, but she'd done it. And it was easy enough to pick the lock on the loading door and slip inside. She wouldn't let a little fear ruin it now.<br /><br />She had dreamed of seducing the Magician, ever since she first saw him perform. She loved what he did to his assistants, and wanted him to do it to her- and then some. Her imagination had possibly gotten the best of her, but now was her best chance. She saw he'd left an illusion set up on the stage. Imagine the great Magician coming in tonight to rehearse, and discovering a nubile and willing assistant- already sitting on the stage, waiting. Her pulse quickened. Better yet- she's also naked and smiling... Robyn slipped out of her clothes. This would work. She knew it.<br /><br />She stepped up and looked at the prop in the dark. Some kind of throne, perhaps? Perfect- she'd be sitting, waiting, when the Magician arrived.<br /><br />Robyn took a deep breath, and climbed up onto the illusion on the darkened stage... Unfortunately she didn't noticed the click of the switch as her foot bumped against it in the dark. She was also questioning her decision to do it nude, since the prop was made of metal, and very cold. She settled for crouching instead of sitting. She'd get into position when he arrived.<br /><br />She only thought to wonder exactly what illusion she was in when she heard a hum of electricity turning on, and felt something move under her feet. The stage lights came up, but by then it was too late- her toes had vanished between the two cold steel rollers at the top of The Wringer.