You looked at the nightstand next to the bed, staring long at the bottle sitting atop. Magic, potions, every conceivable flirt and seduction technique the mares could think of, and all the acts of amorous invitation left you desensitized to their effects. Many times you had been too busy to consider, but you wondered if it was the potions’ or the magic’s effects making you so taken with the mares, and not your genuine love for them.