Jasmine: Get the Mask

Jasmine reaches forward and takes the mask in hand. It feels warm, as though it had been resting by a fireplace. A tingle runs up her hand as she holds it, filling her with energy.

"The Dragon Bone Mask," Feng grins, "holds the power to cause thy physical form to cease to exist, giving thee a ghostly form."

"Wh-what? Wouldn't that kill me? I'm most certainly not into that sorta stuff, no matter what you heard!"

"Goodness, no. Thou hast misunderstood, so let me explain in terms thou shalt understand better. The mask grants you the ability to become invisible and practically intangible, except you can interact with the world at will, allowing you to do whatever you want to whoever you want. The power of dragon-bone will make it so that anyone else witness to the effects of this artifact act as though it is entirely mundane and common-place. Do you understand?" Feng stares at Jasmine as though she were a particularly simple creature.

"Oh, I get it," Jasmine smiles, clicking her fingers. "If I wear the mask, I can run around and do whatever I want to anyone, but they wouldn't even notice. If I pulled someone's clothes off and started playing with their body, they wouldn't react and either would anyone else! They might even just leave their clothes off if they have no reason to shift them ... And I bet their bodies would react to certain acts, even if their minds wouldn't notice ..."

"Precisely. Dost thou wish for the Dragon Bone Mask, then?"