"Look, you're really sweet," protested Duncan, "but I can't get married and go off to live with your tribe. I'm sorry, Esmeralda."
She looked up at him and sighed. "In that case, I guess I was wrong. You're not a wolf, are you? You're a pussy. A total. Fucking. Pussy." As she said those last three words, she glared at Duncan and her gaze seemed to paralyze him. His eyes were glued to hers, and they seemed hazy and hypnotic.
Seconds later, his focus returned and he laughed. "Well, pussy or not, I still got YOUR pussy, so I don't care what you think!" he replied smugly. He dressed hastily and gathered his things.
He kinda expected Esmeralda to stop him, but she didn't. "You're gonna regret walking out on me like this, you know," she replied with a knowing tone.
"Whatever, weirdo," Duncan laughed. He hastily left the hotel and got in his car, driving back to his place as quietly as he could.
Once he got home, he sneaked back up to his room, climbed into bed and fell fast asleep. Little did he know he'd be awoken the next morning by a strange curse Esmeralda had put on him...