Watching the magic wrap around me, my form flattening and shrinking till suddenly you pick up a single playing card. Me pin up posed on the card looking pretty and oh hey look, your lucky number
The magic colliding with me, quickly changing my pose, my body texture changing as my thoughts become less and less till I am nothing but a pretty mindless statue
You watch as magic swirls around me, adjusting me, changing my form till all you have left is a lovely painting that has a portrait of who it once was, though no one else will really know that except you
I miscalculated when I didn't allow for your natural seductiveness and now only the strongest will individuals can gaze upon your portrait and not be transformed into objects that suit their personality
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