Her false lover's urgent thrusting reached a frantic pace, rocking her body back and forth against the floor. The Curse reached out to the stone, making it grow bumps and dimples to torment her heated flesh even more. It worked Amora's body, slamming and twitching as it reached a faux-orgasm.<br/><br/>The Curse rejoiced as Amora gave in, working a deeper grip onto her mind. The stone liquefied, freeing the exhausted witch and pooling on the floor underneath her. Even the White Lotus was abandoning the girl, leaving her to suffer the crash as the effects faded.<br/><br/>OOC: The Curse has weakened your will somewhat. You lose a die if you pit your magic against someone elses magic.