<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/30vj9qs.jpg)</div><br/>For a long time, Lyradil studied diligently, taking in the knowledge as quickly as she could.  Her blue eyes were intent as she scanned the pages, totally engrossed in her studies.  It was only after she finished that she sat back in her seat, blinking, a daunted expression on her lovely features.<br/><br/><em>Oh, goodness.  I almost forgot.  This isn't just some theoretical study.  This could be me.</em>Lyradil's lips parted, then pressed together, thinning.  A small amount of that was as expected.  Much more of it wasn't.  The idea that the amulet could be having an effect on those around her, not just her, hadn't occured to her.  And what an effect, strengthening their desire, and focusing it on her.  It wasn't just her clothing, or her exposed skin that would draw attention.  It was the amulet, and from the sounds of it it would compel those nearby to...<em>oh my</em>.<br/><br/>It had been centuries since the tribute, such as it was, had been paid.  Lyradil rose to her feet, tucking the book under one arm.  Going to the Temple of Desire was clearly the only option, if she didn't want to suffer a fate similar to the earlier priestess.  Addicted to pleasure... Lyradil blushed as her mind flashed back to the two times at the temple when men had their way with her.  She'd resisted, at least a little, but then given in fully to the pleasure.  Becoming addicted to it seemed all too likely.  Shaking her head, Lyradil walked back towards Bram's office, her long legs carrying her quickly.  This information would have to be shared.