interrupt the ritual (you are transformed)

Whatever this is, you can't let it continue. You tackle the person wearing the dark cloak, and their chanting stops. The sigil ceases its sinister glow, and they begin to grapple with you.

Suddenly, with incredible strength, they cast you to the side of the room, thankfully onto some cushions.

"Who are you? I did not call for you," a feminine voice demands an answer. You look up, unsure of how to respond.

The twi'lek simply lies peacefully in the circle, ungrateful for any actions you've performed.

"Ah, well, perhaps a change of pace is in order," the mysterious woman says with a sinister leer. She waves her hands and a giant red glowing prism covers you. You cry out, but your voice sounds quiet and like it is underwater. Her hood has fallen back, and you see the pale bald head of a Nightsister.

You had heard horror stories of the Nightsisters of Dathomir, famed for their attunement with the Dark Side, primarily in the context of children's stories meant to frighten you. You doubted their existence, but there can be no doubt now. You feel her power forcing you onto your knees, and your mind begins to reel. You feel your own willpower failing, faltering, and your desire for independence slipping away. You fight back however you know how, but you feel as if there are no handholds, and you are simply freefalling into her will. Before you know it, you are filled with the overwhelming sense that anything this Nightsister desires, you also desire.

The prism fades away and you lie there, kneeling, still, in the middle of the room. You walk to the runic circle where the twi'lek used to be laying, and you lay down, closing your eyes. You feel everything begin to spin until reality itself seems to disappear... and then come back. When you awake, you feel much the same, except...