It does not

You drop your glamour. The seed has taken root enough so she finds you both attractive and repulsive at the same time.

Her facial expressions detail her inner turmoil.

You curl your thin cruel chapped lips into a smile. “Don’t fight this Patricia. With the power of the coven you will have any man you desire. Is this so terrible a price?”

You move to kiss her. She backs up from the rotting odor of your breath. She backs up into a wall. You walk slowly toward her and move in for your kiss. She makes no attempt at escape.

As your lips meet her eyes widen in horror or shock. However, after a few moments, she begins to kiss you back passionately.

“Give in to power and you shall be my left hand, Patricia.”

She seems to mull it for a moment.

She begins to laugh. Her laugh becomes a cackle. Her skin takes on a greenish hue.

“I accept.”

You both begin to cackle.

“I rather think we should find our sister Sandra.”

You show Patricia how to cast a glamour to look normal. She takes it one step further. The witch in front of you looks disgustingly healthy. Her breasts are larger, rounder, and bouncier. Her lips are full and her ass is sculpted human perfection. All in all she makes you want to vomit. Clearly she still desires men.

You contain your sarcasm. “What a lovely glamour, Patricia.”

She laughs evilly. “You’re right. With these powers I can have anyone.”

“Indeed you can sister. Let’s find Sandra and see if she has succeeded.”

You make your way back to the sorority. Sandra greets you at the door, Clarissa in tow.

You can see through the glamour, she is a witch.

You smile at Sandra. “The circle is complete. Tonight we shall bind it and the age of man will end!”

Sandra and Clarissa begin to cackle. You and Patricia join in.