If they were indolent enough to linger around like day-old pastry from a corner boulangerie, she took pleasure the morning after by inflicting a terse rousing in the wee hours of the day. The blokes would meet the same fate of a strong memory spell either way. Her meticulous wards ensured her conquests wouldn’t leave of their own volition before she could wipe their minds of the sordid activities that had transpired. They’d just remember encountering at the pub and nothing more.