Amanda, a brunette here with family.

Amanda was more than entranced, she was professionally enthralled. Watching as the newly weds consummated their marriage and quite literally seemed to mutate, or more professionally evolve. The coupling hooked her mind on a far less primal level.

While not exactly aware of what it meant, or how it contravened all the research she had ever read, Amanda was embracing everything going on before her like this latest discovery. The Idol's manifestations in the married couple were appealing to her desire for discovery and sharing.

Her slender 5’10” frame was clad in a nice green tinted blue full length dress that covered yet flaunted her shoulders and figure, despite her lack of curves. Her short brown hair was parted off center, hanging nicely about half way down each side of her neck, silver earrings dangling from each lobe behind which her hair passed.

Her mind took note of the sexually exaggerating features of the couple, her mind wondering what kind of role they'd play in enhancing sexual arousal and attraction. Would it in turn drive a stronger sexual activity between the two? Would it strengthen their supposed monogamy or would they lead to a more polyamorous relationship or activity?

Her mind didn't clue into the infernal creations they were becoming, Amanda was thoroughly a woman of science. Her work in biology often used by her as support for her rather long history of flirtatious relationships. She didn't consider monogamy necessarily natural for primates. It sparsely was for anything else.

“Be free!” The words released the shackles that had bound much of Amanda's rational thought. As the crowd around her frenzied she stood stunned and aghast.

Glancing about the room she watched not only as people gave way to primal sexual desires, but some transformed into human animal hybrids. That's impossible, Amanda thought quickly jumping to thoughts about where to exit.

Biting her tongue she watched the crowd as its uniform direction of escape parted at the main ballroom doors. Side stepping hands reaching for her and trying to ignore the strangely lewd yet appealing invites Amanda cautiously maneuvered through the room.

Cursing her own pansexual tendencies and growing desires all the way.

Looking forward for a moment her heart skipped a beat.

Jonas was like a brother to her growing up, and there he was slowly being pulled into the biggest entanglement of bodies in the room. One Amanda had deliberately avoided.

“Fuck it.” Amanda cursed under her breath. Jonas was only her cousin, but before high school they might as well have been siblings.

Running through, past several rutting couples Amanda approached the thick of the orgy at the center of the dance floor. Reaching out she grabbed Jonas by the wrist and heaved as best she could on her heels.