"I could be kind and let you visit our realm proper..." she mused. "But, if I do, ye' will be even more at the whim of me kin, or worse. Our realm is far too dangerous for your mortal frame to survive."
Scott simply nodded along, unsure of what she was proposing to do. He'd voice his discontent, but he found himself unable to do much else but sit there quietly as she decided his fate.
"But I could make you one of us!" The fairy exclaimed, her voice full of excitement. "And then, we could go back to our realm together! And you can stay as long as ye' wish!" Bloomcaller looked back at the giant circle of mushrooms and waved her hands in a flourish as fairy dust sparkled and fell. Immediately, a pair of translucent hands appeared out of the air, grabbing Scott by the wrists. He tried to resist, but the hands pulled him upward, lifting him out of his pile of clothes.
Scott looked downward, now dangling several feet above the ground, though at his current stature it felt like he was sky high. He tried to speak or struggle, but he was still at her mercy. Giving her his name was a mistake.
She snapped her finger and another set of translucent hands appeared and began to massage Scott all across his body, plying it to and fro. It was incredibly calming and pleasurable, and he felt like putty under their influence. What he couldn't have known was that the ghost-like hands were making his form more malleable, preparing it for her to sculpt him into whatever image she wished.
"Now, what kind of fae should I make ye'?" she whispered as she watched her soon to be new companion's eyes roll back in pleasure.