Abasdarhon's Castle

- You, you, you, you, are a STRUCTURALIST! You exist! I'm not crazy!

The man falls to his knees and hugs Maylin so tightly that his face is level with her groin. He begins to cry with happiness.

To prevent the situation from turning into a comedy, Maylin crouched down so that the man would no longer press against inappropriate places, and put her hand on his shoulder.
- Strangely enough, in this matter, you are definitely not crazy, - she whispered in his ear. - But, Sir Meomoth, if you do not wish me or other people like me harm, it is better not to talk about it, because not everyone is happy about the existence of people like me. Not to mention the fact that not all of us lead an honest and decent life...
Speaking of the latter, the girl looked away, because the Collapsist not only remembered her former mentor, but also how she herself had been recently. And she would have continued to be, if not for that mysterious stranger...
- Well, what about it? - Maylin suddenly perked up, still speaking in a half-whisper. - Do you want to see a good dream, or maybe a new meaning in life? For example, I could help you calm your nerves or find meaning in life. After all, you have already achieved the latter goal.

If Meomoth continues to joyfully prance around, attracting the attention of potential onlookers, I will use Dominate on him, but not force him to do anything, but only tell him not to be so impulsive and try to heal him from mental deviations through suggestion.