Kim adjusts Amy's attitude.

"Amy, you've been a very horrible girl." Kim said, taking on the tone of a concerned mother.

"Nooooo... I-I-" Amy tried to protest. "I'm not a bad girl... I swear-"

Kim chuckled. Even in this deep trance, Amy's entitled personality was fighting through.

"Into the green, Amy. Listen to the green." Kim began arching the pendulum swing of the necklace.

Amy's eyes fluttered. Her chin dipped slightly as she struggled to keep her head up.

"Amy, you've been a very, _very _bad girl." Kim insisted.

"I-I..." The teenager let out a small moan of shame, then nodded slightly. "I have. I've been a bad girl."

Kim reached out and gently placed her hand on the girl's cheek, offering a motherly comfort.

"You have, but you can change all that. You can be a good girl. You want that, don't you?"

Amy nodded, her eyes beginning to tear up. She couldn't say it, but now Amy wanted to be a good girl more than anything in the world. She'd do anything Kim asked. Anything.