The third girl to approach proved it - the pattern did not alternate, apparently it was entirely random.  Or maybe it depended on mood?  Or a connection?  Lisa had gotten that dynamite body, and Kisara had liked-wait, what?!  What were they doing?!  They were carrying her out, towards the gate!  "NYA!  NYA NYA NYA NYA!  NYA NYA-NYA, NYA NYA!"  As she was tossed out, the doors of the monastery closing behind her, Kisara found herself on the ground, unable to talk or even walk normally!  And her slit was just pulsing, just begging for attention...as it was the only way for her to now replenish her "Word Power."  The ballerina attire had changed, retracting the skirt so that it was mainly now a tight leotard that covered most of Kisara's body.<br/><br/>Well, at least her intelligence hadn't been affected...either way, she needed to leave, because she couldn't stay here, and she<em>certainly</em>did not want to have to crawl around all the time, mewling like a kitty!