The spine of the tome bent quickly, the pages flew open towards a spell that could be felt at itchy fingertips ready to respond. As they landed on the page they were looking for, the intensity of the ethereal text dimmed slightly, reflecting the soft utterance that left Katrina's lips. Her domineering speech faltered, grabbing her throat in horror as her incantation felt like more than attempt instead of a successful spell cast. She didn't understand what came out, the sound of Mr. Richardson's violin drowned it and whatever meaning she insisted upon. It took Katrina a long moment to realize that in their standoff, he was facing Lillian with his violin, but the sound hit the librarian instead. 

Resting on his shoulder, playing that haunting tune that carried incredible tones of love, appreciation, and importance manifested in ribbons of green energy circling Katrina, beginning to play around her, trying to play through her. The beauty of his music effectively belied the evil smirk he brandish to his challenger as he turned to face her.

"I'm sorry Ms. Brunig, you were saying?" Yany Richardson asked cordially without stopping. 

She tried to force out something else, but eyes widened as she heard no sound, and barely felt a breath leave her mouth to combat the musical assault. Every alarm bell inside of her told her to run, but they rang in vain as the each note kept her body rooted in place, legs unable to turn or do anything except stand and ensure her attendance for his latest performance. 

"I guess you weren't saying anything; you were listening. Just listening. Nothing but listening," he spoke in a tone that frighteningly sounded attractive to Katrina. Yany's timid tone as an educator was an aspect he could be easily mocked for, but pre-tome Katrina understood his soft spoken demeanor, and always found it cute. Hearing a smooth, charming version of it made her want to grit her teeth as it overpowered.

Lagging arms managed to make it to her head, weakly diverting energy to her hands to block her ears from the violin's work.

"No, you don't want to do that, Ms. Brunig. Katrina, just let yourself listen."

Hands covering her ears didn't keep the stream of soft music out, it only helped to punctuate how it streamed into one ear and out the other. The realization of how compromised she was grew as what remained standing of her fascinated will paid attention to the streaming energy itself, carrying signs across it in what could look like notes on a music sheet. In the expanse of the ribboning energy, the strange notes came in tall, brighter waves. When the next one came to her head, her arms found the energy to lower themselves at her sides, fully exposing her. Barely fighting while comprehending the nature of his power, she theorized the waves signified spoken commands.

"See now? That's better, that's much better. But would make it even better than that is to let yourself sink to the floor, and enjoy this performance."

Feeling the invading green almost completely snuff out any flaring yellow, she already felt a foreign desire to do what he said, domesticating Katrina to his obedience. The incentive to acquiesce to it before was strong enough, but the wave crashing into her mind repeated his words against her skin, under her skin, all the way down to her bones as she let her legs give out. Despite her compromised position, it simultaneously impressed and confounded her how his wave of unquestioning obedience drowned any resistance almost instantly, but how it took so long to arrive in a tidal wave of green along the stream; Katrina might've laughed at the slowed speed of sound example ever if she was more in-control of her own faculties.

As Yany Richardson's violin-playing continued, several ribbons of green spread throughout the balcony audience, taking to being force-fed the music like a recreational drug. Every connection of the bow to her violin string not only produced music, but she could feel as if the strumming of different strings could affect individual parts of the body, limbs acting on his orders outside of the puppet's knowledge, breathing patterns automatically changing, genitalia rising to a zenith instantly...she fought the prospect of being that puppet while growing wet just thinking about it, unsure if he was the cause. Katrina wondered how much exposure it took to look so comfortably dazed as his converted students were, accepting his gift without any natural hesitation, contrasting it to the shock of one of her incantations she had yet to fully find the depth to. 

"And now, my new dancer, why don't you slither your way over to your forgotten owner? Show her the fate awaiting her....

Glancing over in Lillian's direction from her hands and knees, Katrina watched as her mute roommate react to the green surging though her. She already began obeying before the cascading wave stuck, swaying slightly, lowering herself to the ground. But once the wave crashed against her mind, swallowing it, her back arched as she made an orgasmic sound, her body beginning to taking the "slither" command literally. Even with limbs, a normal vertebrae and the absence of scaly skin, Lillian easily rolled her body towards her target, an intense, lusty look greeted the librarian the closer she got, the recipient unable to tell if Lillian was someone else's prey, or her predator.

Her head stayed amazingly fixed no matter how her torso or shoulders shifted, until Katrina and Lillian were eye-to-eye. Lillian circled Katrina as if she had coils to wrap her bookish roommate in, keeping her on a weakened back heel that was still incapable of fleeing anywhere. Taken by what eventually could be perceived as a seductive dance, Katrina found herself not only reacting to Lillian's moves, but matching them, rolling her hips as she did, swaying and dipping her shoulders almost identically. The background music directing the scene guided both women into a dance that gripped the attention of the violinist, one of his hottest fantasies coming true yet again, seeing two attractive women lose themselves in lust permeated by his powerful music. Yany appreciated how strong his libido had grown since coming into possession of the violin, and was sure Katrina's was ever-growing, looking forward to regulating how much it might grow.

"See Katrina? Now you're getting into the spirit. Though I can still feel your resistance of it, which also greatly impresses me."

Too busy engaged in the dance to see the wave coming, the librarian followed Lillian's movements with moderate success, body more eager than her mind to be just as tantalizing a dancer. Once the full weight of Yany's words hit her, Katrina's movements faltered a little, slowing. The resistance she still harbored felt put into a spotlight, highlighted just because he mentioned it; his being impressed with it became a platform for her to rebuild her will upon. Despite most of her still moving to the tune of his will, she began concentrating on her lips and her throat, willing energy into them to counteract a spell; unfortunately, the energy needed to felt leagues away, merely able to move her lips to mouth words. 

Yany noticed from his vantage point Katrina growing stiller, but her mouth forming words quite easy to read. "Oh god," "so hot," "need it," rang through the air when her mouth wasn't opened to sing a silent solo of ecstasy.

"Ohhh, I see you may be more of a bard than dancer, dear Katrina. I'll allow you to sing a row for me, in reverence to me. Tell me what you desire."

Katrina's gambit seemed to pay off as Yany's words gave her mouth and throat the strength she needed. But as control flowed back into her lips, there was an unsurety of what she would say. She wanted to free herself with an incantation, but there felt just as much incentive to speak something in furtherance of his control, in reverence as he'd spoken.

As her lips pressed together in preparation, she began to speak the first word coming from her conflicted mind.