As Konrad draped Rati with his form, a mixture of lust and fright submerged the devi's mind. It was as if a grand fell beast emerged from the chaos of her heart to hurl her into a world of depravity and consume her body and soul. Again, she'd fallen under Konrad's spell, and this time, failed to muster the strength to oppose him. Perhaps due to Kama's witnessing of her previous look, perhaps because she convinced herself that no manner of struggle could place her beyond the grasp of the Profane Prince, in any case, Rati abandoned herself to his grasp, panting against his lips, and not allowing herself to think further.
Thoughts would ruin her.