Gwen's breath was heavy as Petra quickly showed that side of her that had both aroused and infuriated her, what seemed like decades ago through the haze of alcohol. As Petra's fingers went where they shouldn't, ripples shuddered through Gwen's body, and not simply internally – her skin was reacting unhindered, shockwaves of organic crystal running along her surface, radiating out from her core, disturbing the air and causing her dress to flutter with each breath. Every few seconds, the soft, hot folds of Gwen's womanhood turned to jagged, impossibly tough material with just enough give to not grind and crush Petra's hand immediately.<br/><br/>Her breaths becoming rougher and deeper, Gwen's shoulders slumped as her eyes rolled back, her internal struggle making a spectacular display on the outside. The shockwaves were becoming slower, longer, pulsing down towards a permanent change, but they suddenly stopped midway, leaving Gwen's left arm, most of her torso, and her right leg crystalline, with the rest of her flesh. A transparent, prismatic hand took Petra by the throat and raised her harshly from the ground. Violent, hateful, absolutely destructive eyes gazed over the young body, its more graceful and girlish curves, its modest breasts and narrower hips, throaty gasps echoing the complete lust behind those eyes. But there was something else... a conflict... and just enough of one for Gwen to let out a “Gragh!” and toss the girl aside like a ragdoll.<br/><br/>“You... I won't let you...” Gwen fell to her hands and knees, growling ragefully, dispersing her diamond remnants, falling back onto her haunches and glaring at the girl. “Not again. You won't take me to that place again...” For someone who held all the power, there was an almost pleading tone to her gasps, a sort of primal fear to which Gwen  was wholly unaccustomed. But rather than attack or run away, as her shaking hands and quivering lip might have indicated, she just lay there, gaze locked firmly on Petra.