Nothing, John is doomed

"No, madame," said Yvette meekly.

"Good, I can't afford to lose another employee today."

"Another?"

"Madaline was touched by the Midas ring being worn by one of our customers."

Yvette gasped, "You mean..."

"Yes, she is a bridesmaid now. Doomed to be a gold digging slut. Be glad you will not end up like her or this one."

Back in the fitting room John dropped the dress again. "Damn, I can't let it get dirty," he said not thinking. He picked it up again.

*ZAP!*

He held on. "I can't let it fall onto the dirty floor."

The dress clung to his clothes as electricity arced off of it. The electricity singed his hair a dark black. Shocks ran up his body. His clothes literally burnt off by the energy discharged from the dress. "OH NO!" he shouted.

The satin of the dress clung to his body. Wave after wave of electricity ate at his being. But instead of pain he just felt joy and ecstasy. A high pitched moan of pleasure rang out as the power pulsated through him.

Outside Petra opened the door and a smoking body fell onto the floor.