Subservience.
Servitude.
Complete obedience.
The scent of a rare flower in an unknown jungle on an unknown island in a forgotten sea.
Petals the dark purple of a deep bruise, leeching into green pistils and a pitch black stem, pure white leaves.
Kanna.
It was a dark perfume applied to the pulse points of the neck and the beat of lifeblood expelled it into the air.
It locked the parts of the brain that commanded free will.
It enticed others to follow behind, a sirenscent.
A slave to anyone and everyone that would command them.