Brit cannot believe her ears. He claims the amulet chose her, but how was she supposed to know that was true. For all she knew, he was just trying to trick her again. Surely this was all a game, a trick, a deceit?? She jerked slightly at his touch, trying not to admit to herself that it felt good.<br/><br/>Not looking at him until he mentions her clothing, she starts to nod, 'til she catches sight of his eyes once more. She can feel the red that fills her vision as though it's a thick soup she must swim through. Closing her eyes quickly, she feels the pressure and tingling once more near the top of her head, close to her temples. Shaking her head once more, she erupts, "NO!" Her hands fly up to her head feeling for what she knew was next to come.<br/><br/>Brit looks once more at the couple on the stage and is immediately aroused. Like an animal in heat, she suddenly wants to rut. The constriction of her clothing has become too much to bear, and as Mordred suggests taking them off, she nods slowly. Her eyes transfixed by the two lovers on stage.