Word: enthrall - 1. to hold in or reduce to slavery; 2. to hold spellbound; charm

A/N: I couldn't help myself. For those of you who haven't seen it, it's here. This is made even more awesome when you remember that this game is 20 years old.
Also, Leila is awesome.

Firion wasn't sure how this had started. He and his friends had returned to base, and they'd gone to check on the princess because the other rebels had mentioned she was acting strangely. And the next thing he knew he was alone, with the princess, a little confused and absolutely sure that the other rebels were very, VERY right.

Though he'd admit he didn't know Princess Hilda too well, he was pretty sure her usual attire included more cloth. He was beginning to sweat, and was very much wishing she hadn't sent his friends away. Maria always knew what to do at times like this, while he was at a complete loss.

Then the princess gave him a look. Just a look, but there was no mistaking its meaning. She lay back luxuriously on her bed and extended a hand."Come to me, Firion."The room was suddenly very hot and very small. Oh, how he wished he were anyone but him right at this moment, but at the same time he wouldn't switch with anyone for the entire world. He never would have imagined the princess would want him.

The princess seemed impatient, rising from the bed and approaching him. He could feel her heat on his own too hot body, but didn't, couldn't, pull away as she moved closer still and gently ran a blessedly cool finger over his burning cheek.

He didn't notice the change until it was too late, though he wondered how he could have missed it. One moment she was undoing his shirt and the next he was bound up in the creature's snakelike coils.

Though he wouldn't admit it, at the appearance of the monster he felt a surge of relief. This, at least, he knew how to deal with.

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They defeated the fake princess without incident. The lamia hadn't expected his friends to come to his rescue any more than he had, and had gone down with little fight.

But, while thankful, he couldn't help being a little suspicious of just how his friends had known he'd needed a rescue. He glanced at Leila, who was fixing her hair using the princess's mirror. She turned towards him and smirked.

Firion jerked back, fervently resolving that if he ever did get such a chance again, he was locking and barricading the door.

Or, he decided, gaze falling on the monster on the floor, maybe it would be safer to allow her her voyeuristic pleasures.