Corinne's widened in shock, as she felt the press of some strange influence on her mind, and shoved back mightily. Even so, it left her shaken and uncertain. She had steeled herself against potential meddling from the doctor, but even so she felt she had barely resisted the attempt. All semblance of playfulness gone, she watched the doctor leave in silence, visibly shaken.<br/><br/>The moment the physician had departed, she spoke. "Beware the doctor," she said to the gathered girls. "She has an appetite for cruelty and control, which is bad enough. But she tried to work some magical charm upon me just now, a charm I barely managed to repel. Do not look in her eyes, lest she beguile you. And do not believe her if she calls you mad."<br/><br/>She embraced Zoe eagerly as the Ezrite joined her on the plank, trembling quietly. Her surge of confidence had evaporated entirely, leaving her terrified once more. At the same time, she was overcome with gratitude for Zoe's presence and support. This roiling mass of emotions boiled over and in an instant she was kissing Zoe, frantically, desperately, heedless of the other women in the room. It was a powerful compulsion, this need for Zoe's lips, far stronger than the Doctor's magic. Corinne could not pull away, not until terror and gratitude and need had all been kissed away into oblivion. Idly, Corinne wondered if this was how Jacqueline had felt back in the tender boat.<br/><br/>After several long minutes Corinne pulled away, panting, resting her brow against Zoe's. Her emotions were still raw, and she wanted nothing more than to share a bed with Zoe at this moment, but she was at last in control of herself once more. "If you see me being foolish like that again, Zoe," Corinne said. "Please, feel free to slap some sense into me."