There is only her formless energy and a pair of wicked eyes that gleam with purple fire, a ring of gold deep within their centre. She is nothing beneath the cleansing heat of that gaze, she is emptied before it and filled with desire, with purpose. She is to be used and use in turn. She can desire what she wants, she can desire what she needs. That is the commandment rolling across the tenuous fabric of the remainder of her mind.