It was. Though, the day I awoke was tumultuous already. I had not been given time at all to prepare myself.

[ she recalls it now, the embarrassing memory of finding herself tricked by a magical leash and collar, one that snagged her by the neck and demanded another guest be her 'master'. it wouldn't release either of them unless a condition was met—a sexual act of sorts, befitting of the environment she'd found herself in. mona has not stumbled across another bewitched item since, but it made a large impression.

you mustn't put your trust in the features here. the house will use anything to encourage salacious behavior. ]

Be wary of anything charmed, [ she warns, nose wrinkling in displeasure. ] They will influence you regardless of your reservations.

[ another two feathers are removed, and then mona sets the comb onto the bed. her hair, long and spilling down her back and shoulders in rivulets, is no longer is disarray. now, she can finally take a long-earned sip of tea to help alleviate her migraine. ]

I am certain you've read about it, but there is also the matter of your suit. Should you avoid any relations at all, it will take it upon itself to correct that.