Moments before command to speak the word, a flicker of color ran across the lining of the tome's pages, reaching out to Katrina at her fingertips. Like rain drops falling back in the direction of the sky, the energy trailed up her palm, traveling upwards to her forearm, shoulder, and running over her back to shine brightly at the base of her spine, out of sight of Yany and everyone else's attention. As Katrina's body wavered in her struggle, her lips finally began muttering something.

"+R_E-_V..."

Katrina's awareness of what began leaving her mouth made her sigh deeply, taking the heavy sign of capitulation with less surprise than expected. She leaned her head back, feeling defeated, feeling an urge wash over her.

"Speak up, Ms. Bard," Yany crooned. "I know you want to say it; that resistance you've clung to has made you too tired to hold onto it any further. Let go of it now, and let your thoughts and body and lips dance to my tune. Speak as you have been instructed," he added firmly, intensifying his playing to drive Katrina over the edge.

The flicker of energy went off in her eyes, the only part of her body she could feel other than her lips shaping words she couldn't hear, and could only begin to feel.

Hearing the sound of an incantation obviously gleamed from her magical tome, and watching her body succumb to magic, a sinful smile crossed his face as the violinist turned jubilant, feeling deep satisfaction in taking another member of the student body. Not just any member, apparently, but one imbued with the same amount of power as her. He would've never expected a student, especially a lowly student like Katrina Brunig to be any kind of privileged in a place like this. Defying expectations he didn't know there were to defy seemed to guide his hands and skill to playing a victorious note, a round of his own to celebrate. Passionate fingers thoughtlessly gripped his bow and put energy into his shoulder to hold it tight, the resulting notes danced across the space in melodic waves.

Paying less attention to the attuned slaves and more to his masterful performance, it seemed natural and unalarming to him how his energy grew to a lighter green, more lime than before, watching the waves dance outwardly, followed by the tide coming back in. The push and flow of the notes only seemed to give the music more soul. It occurred to Yany to say something at that moment, to issue a command, but his mouth merely parted in awe of the music that spoke to his soul more than anyone else's. He was falling enamored with his own music, reverently, and didn't want to stop. As more waves crossed over him and through him, he could care less about what excited the bodies of others or kept their puppet strings firm, or the lime green bleeding into a yellowish tint.

Bleary, eyes reflected against the glowing sight of Katrina standing tall, book open and energy surging over it, feeding it to Katrina. Golden-yellow flared into her eyes, a purposeful, almost twisted smile responded to the tune meant for an audience of one. 

"I can see why you were so confident in your own skills, Mr. Richardson. Such a powerful performance, who could say no to that? Not even you could," she answered her own rhetorical question, laughing at his need to smile stemming from the pleased curator. 

"Turning me into a bard? You really should've barred me from speaking, as I seem to have inspired me to contribute to your passionate concert most profoundly." It occurred to her that she did apply a counter spell to upend the control that almost made her a part of his little harem; and though she couldn't remember what was said, it remained on the tip of her tongue, and invoking it again could reinforce the control she's already subverted. With a broad smile, she let her lips give an encore.

"_T^U\R\N/A//B^O-U_T"

This time she felt the power within the utterance, happy to see the tangible energy leave her and infect the stream of music now made yellow, captivating him further. Katrina's ears tingled as Samir behind her translated without fail.

"Tumult invites a cry for change to occur. Unilateral acts draw a call to respond. Recipients giving back as they have received. Nothing shall obstruct the returned, revitalized energies. Allurement persuades the giver to receive what they have wrought. Benign or belligerent, the forces return as they are delivered. Overestimation leading to understated effects. Understanding where power firmly lies. Truly a result of extended power exchanged."

The strength and size of the waves compounded and grew in strength as the interpretation rang, until a small tidal wave, the largest wave of energy yet, washed over him, drowning him in a bubble of yellow. The energy had a tangible effect as it lifted Yany off of the ground, allowing him to float in the rounded space. The music stopped abruptly while he was swept off his feet, but his instruments of manipulation hung in the same space, less than a foot away from him, but lost in the Librarian's sea of magic, it may has well have been hundreds of miles away. He looked so pleasantly concerned, glowing symbols crossing over his face. 

So focused on the defanged violinist, Katrina noticed that Lillian and the rest of Yany's entranced entourage were beginning to come out of the spell. Unenthused with having to explain to anyone details of how they got there or why, Katrina pressed her essence to the tome to search for a problem-solving incantation. Flipping the blank pages, one stayed open as something on it burned light enough to act as a beacon. Running her finger across it, understanding it, she gave a wicked smile as she spoke.

"-C-O_M!M<A./N:D._E-E^R"

More tangible energy gathered to center around the violin and bowstring orbiting their former player, phantom hands with inexplicable experience began playing, pacifying first the man in the bubble who drifted even more into the lovely music. Streams of energy bounced off the barrier of the bubble like soundwaves, until they grew strong enough to pierce it, spreading the note to every other subjected mind.

"Constructs can be insisted upon. Objective control lies within every construct. Music belongs to every ear. Machinations belong to every planner and reactor. Affectations know no singular wearer. Nulled ownership creates opportunities for the empowered. Direct application of power may reach indirect parties. Effulgence lies within who may seize control. Entwined intentions with objects foreign but understood. Readiness connects any entity to objects they desire."

The beauty of the music brought everyone back into their trances, though this time they were infused with the Librarian's tune, brightened through yellow. Lillian sauntered her way over to Katrina still following the previously-given order of seducing Katrina into a memorable performance. Before the wily, dull-sensed slave could reach her and potentially interrupt the new spell that seemed to bring the objects to life, Katrina and the tome reacted in sync as the pages turned for Katrina to speak something quickly.

"^I>>N_D^U|\L-G<E^N<>C=E!"

The words left Katrina's mouth swiftly, and Lillian moaned as something stopped her short from wrapping herself around her roommate, wondering why there was a bloom of heat flowing into her privates, wondering even more why the music streaming around them fed into the space between her legs.

"Infused with lust and desire. Never refusing bodily, primal expression. Dancing to the chords singing from within. Undone from all other responsibilities and reasons. Leaving all concerns and consequences behind. Glimpsing into the inner pleasure deity. Erudite instincts have no equal in matters of body and spirit. Navigating the wells of desire overflowing. Content with uncontrollable, unrestrainable orgasms. Existence an ensemble of arousal and self."

The streams of violin notes knew no boundaries as it expanded beyond Lillian, dragging everyone else along into the carnal concert.

Katrina's extended hand waved her fingertips in the possessed violin's direction, pulling strings across the balcony. Yany was humping air as he floated, trying his damnedest to make contact with something besides the music; his physical expectations were higher as everyone was slowly humping the magic all the way to the crescendo everyone moaned for. Lillian stuck her hand into her jeans, as did Samir behind her, both intent on rising to ejaculation despite the slow pace of the music.

Realizing she could control the tempo, Katrina increased the speed of the strings playing, faster and faster, just below the point of wearing out its integrity. The air was shaking as everyone succumbed to tremors, each listener eventually roaring through their orgasms, physically and verbally. The charge received from making almost a dozen people cum at once set her off involuntarily, a few orgasms running down her leg.

Once everyone's breath caught, still breathing in the scent of sex, Katrina regarded everyone present, wondering what her next step should be.