Adalricus rose to his feet and crossed the room over to where he kept his potions. His eyes roved over the labels, noting which ones would be the most likely to give the effect he had in mind for the girls’ betrayals. His attention was diverted to a vial of something he’d found in Germany before his return to England. "Quite a long name for something so deadly but I think this methylenedioxymethamphetamine will do the job just nicely. From the notes, it suggests that the user may exhibit loss of inhibitions. Perhaps if I were to slip this into their evening drink then introduce them to some of the older teens who have shown some promise with their brutality. I may have to use them as a social experiment. For the Greater Good of course."