You notice a little trinket in the hand of your Goddess. A harmless little set of shiny bells jingles brightly in the air. Whimsical and harmless she assures you. Something about the sound as she gracefully waves her hand has mesmerized. The more you listen the more you crave. How coulda simple little decoration have you so weak and powerless? Fall for the power of the sweet sound mortal. Soon it will be all you crave. Your witch holds the key to your mind body and soul. Every little jingle at her finger tips commands you now.