Smoke, Magic, and a Very Flat Lesson
A darkly playful, power-drenched exchange about cigar tasting turns into a cruelly comic lesson in dominance and transformation. As family members mock Lilith’s lack of magic, the episode escalates into a surreal scene of forced flattening, smoke, and humiliation.
Chapter 1
The Craft of Living Tobacco
Domenique Decuir
Take a deep inhale, my sweet girl. Do you taste that slight, bitter edge near the finish? That was the arch mage of the high council, before we bound him.
Sareena Decuir
Oh, I taste it, mother. A rich, dark maduro leaf, right? So much arrogant pride compressed into filler.
Domenique Decuir
Exactly, darling. When you crush bone and ego under a proper binding spell, it cures into the most exquisite burn. Compare that to the courtier we rolled last Tuesday, who turned into a sickly sweet panatela with no body at all.
Sareena Decuir
Ugh, that soft little flatterer. He practically dissolved into soft ash the moment a match touched him.
Lilith Decuir
Um, I, I mean, is it really supposed to taste so, so heavy?
Sareena Decuir
Well, well, look who decided to speak up from the corner. Look at her, mother, clutching that monstrous, absurdly oversized cigar in those tiny pale hands.
Domenique Decuir
Oh, my poor little pet. Lilith, darling, that smoke completely dwarfs you. Are you trying to make up for something, little flower?
Lilith Decuir
I, I am not! I just, I like the, the heavy smoke, alright? It is a proper, strong cigar.
Sareena Decuir
It looks like a tree trunk, little sister. You look ridiculous holding it while sitting there fidgeting, turning red faced because you do not have a single spark of magic in your blood.
Domenique Decuir
Tell us, my sweet child, do you really think waving around giant tobacco leaves masks the fact that you inherited none of our power?
Lilith Decuir
I, I do not think that! Stop, stop staring at me!
Chapter 2
Flattened Across Mahogany
Sareena Decuir
I think she needs a hands on lesson in what real transformation feels like. Off with that tight black latex wardrobe, sister.
Lilith Decuir
Wait, no! What are you, put me down! Mother, tell her to!
Domenique Decuir
Hush now, little pet. Lay flat on the mahogany table. Perfect. Now, surface preparation requires steady pressure.
Sareena Decuir
Grab the heavy wooden rolling pin, mother. Let us see how thin we can make her.
Lilith Decuir
Please, stop, it hurts, I, I cannot move!
Domenique Decuir
Shh, my sweet girl, just let yourself spread. Rolling you out edge to edge, just like a fresh, silky sheet of wrapper leaf.
Sareena Decuir
Look at her, pressed completely smooth across the wood. You cannot wriggle away or hide now, little sister.
Domenique Decuir
A deep puff of blue smoke right into your pretty face. There, look how wide her eyes get.
Sareena Decuir
Are we going to roll her into a cigar now, mother?
Domenique Decuir
Oh, no, darling. I think she makes a far superior, quiet table runner just like this. We will just rest our glowing cigar tips on the edge of her flat form and enjoy the rest of the evening.
Sareena Decuir
Perfectly smooth, pinned, and quiet. Best look you have ever worn, Lilith.