At the Samhain Festival, he spotted a curvy redhead dressed in black, her gown exposing her voluptuous breasts.

Feeling lucky, he approached from behind, gripping her ass. “Buy you a drink?”

Fierce eyes glared at him.

“Jeez, loosen up, Pumpkin. Your tits are screaming for attention; I’d be happy to introduce them to my mouth.”

In hushed tones, he heard, “Careful, dude, she’s a witch.”

“Oh, you’re a witch? Just cast a spell, make me irresistible, and drink in this masculinity.”

Quick as a flash, she granted his wish.

“I find Moscato irresistible,” she mused.

And, indeed, she drank him.