<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v50/BriarRose/RP%20Characters/Reel%20Peeples/4f7e8a87-1105-4493-97b9-3c029eb6890c_zps70265bce.jpg)</div>Kamala made it halfway to the elevator before she stopped to breathe, her mind buzzing with questions, and certain parts of her demanding she turn around and go back into that room.  But the farther she got from Jack's penthouse, the better able she was to separate her mind from her body, and as she approached the elevator, she was able to appreciate the spell for what it was. No longer could she deny the sorcerous quality of her arousal, though without any male distractions present, she was feeling less inclined to sidle up to an unwitting partner. She was much more comfortable with being magically compelled when there was nobody around to become a victim.<br/><br/>As if cued to her thoughts, an attractive man stepped from the elevators ahead of her and paused just long enough to look her over. She shivered as his eyes raked her, feeling his gaze like a touch, and replied with a smile of her own, straightening her back and squaring her shoulders. Kamala took a breath and the oxygen rolled through her veins, energizing her, and she opened her mouth to say something to the stranger--<br/><br/>"Hey," the voice said from behind her. Wrong direction. Reluctantly, she turned to look at Kurt, and the insistent tingle only intensified. "Need any help with your bags?" Her skin stood in goosebumps, begging for his touch. But his offer had been made in an attempt to be helpful, and guilt rolled through her for objectifying him.<br/><br/>"Uh, yeah, sure," she said nervously. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched the stranger depart. Part of her was sad to see him go, but the same part recognized Kurt as a more appropriate target of her affections. Her brain struggled to shush that little voice. "I'm on the third floor. Can we make this fast, though? This place is making me...uneasy."<br/><br/>Her finger mashed the down button, and the elevator opened immediately, allowing them entry. Normally, Kamala was talkative and friendly, but the close quarters of the elevator forced her to focus most of her attention inwardly, so most of the ride passed in silence. When they arrived at the appropriate floor, she walked quickly to her door, retrieving the keycard from her little handbag and slipping it into the lock. "I haven't unpacked much, so it'll only take a moment. You can grab that duffle," she said as the door swung open, revealing a suite with a single king sized bed, far more sumptuous than it should have been for the price paid. Pressing herself against the door to avoid touching him, she allowed Kurt to step past her into the room.<br/><br/>"And Kurt? Thanks," she added, stepping into the bathroom to retrieve the clothes she'd dropped before her shower. It would only take a moment; she would be rid of the Garden Arcadia and its creepy enchantment soon.