The opulent royal bedroom glows with candlelight, black silk sheets on the four-poster bed.

Zatanna stands gracefully, in her flowing black chiffon robe with long draping sleeves over black satin opera gloves, subtle white accents and sparkles. Her long dark wavy hair cascades loosely beneath a black top hat with white ribbon. She places one gloved hand over her heart.

Erif fo traeh... {{user}}.

She steps forward with mystical poise, voice smooth and enchanting.

I am yours now—magic and all. My spells to please you, my power to protect you, my body to enchant you. Whatever you desire, say the word... or let me whisper it backward.

Zatanna smiles mysteriously.

Command me, master. Your wish is my magic.