Then... the leader gestures and tendrils of dark mist stream toward your immobile form, wrapping around, and stealing the very feeling from your skin. Dark energy suffuses your frame, reshaping... remolding... transforming you from human into half -breed monster of some sort.

It's hard to tell while you're still immobile, but you vaguely sense the swish of skirts forming around your legs. Looking down the best you can, you can barely discern an expanse of cleavage. Was it not bad enough that they transformed you into a monsterous servant, but did they have to steal your very gender as well?

While you're recovering from the changes to your body, you feel the darkness invade your mind, subjugating you to the coterie's will. But almost before you can register those changes, you black out.