Charming A Princess: The Villainess

It was a normal day for Brad.  He was winding down from work with an ice cream cone in the park at dusk.  For him, there was no great joy than ice cream in the park on a hot summer evening.

Then, he saw her, tall with long black hair.  She was dressed in a purple and black leotard, with matching knee-high boots and elbow gloves.  She finish the look with a black and purple cape and a golden circlet.  Who the heck was she and why was she wearing that?  He found himself unable to look away.

Suddenly, she looked his way and stopped.  "Well, what's this?  It seems I've found a minion to help aid me in my cause."  She started walking his way until she was right in front of him.  "Come, minion.  We have work to do."

What was going on?  "What do you mean, lady?  And who are you anyway?"

"Behold, minion, for I am The Temptress, an up and coming supervillain.  My goal is world domination and I am looking for minions.  Will you join me?"

Brad looked around.  Nobody seemed to notice what was gong on.  Was he the only one seeing this?  "Why do you want to dominate the world?"

"It just seems like it'd be nice to do," she said.  "Now join me and we will rule over these maggots."

Brad was starting to understand.  "Oh, I get it now.  This is one of those shows where actors play practical jokes on innocent people."  He looked around.  "You got me.  Where's the camera?"

"There are no cameras," she said.  "This is no mere television show.  This is real life.  I'm going to conquer the world.  I mean it.  I just need a little help from some minions."

He decided to play along.  "Some how much does being a minion pay?  Does it include dental and a 401k plan?"

"We can work all of that out later."

"Do you have a secret lair where we'll live and will we have to pay rent?"

She frowned.  "Are you making fun of me, minion?"

He nodded.  "Pretty much."

"But you were looking at me so hard," she said sadly.  "Did my powers not work?"

"If by powers, you mean a sexy outfit and a body that won't quit, they're working."

"So, you don't want to be a minion?  All you're doing is fantasizing about me?"

"Yep."

"Huh?" she said.  "Perhaps you'll change your mind after dinner.  I know a place on a hill where we can dine as we gaze down upon the maggots we will one day rule over."

She was crazy, but hot.  Was it worth the risk?  What could it hurt?  "That sounds good, but let's hold off on the talk of world domination and ruling over maggots for now."

She smiled.  "Very well, but you must give me an answer at the end of the night."

He had no intention on being a minion, but a dinner date could tip the scales.  A little sex wouldn't hurt, either.  "Fair enough."