The door clicked shut. It wasn't a sound of finality, but of commencement.
I did not unleash my abilities. I unfurled them.
It was a slow, deliberate expansion of will, not a chaotic burst. With a thought, I ceased to restrain the fundamental laws of my own reality. The Taboo Aura and Lust Presence did not explode outward; they settled into the room like fine, invisible dust, coating every surface, sinking into the very molecules of the air.
The room itself seemed to sigh, to lean in. The light from the hidden fixtures softened, growing warmer, richer, as if ashamed of its own nature. The faint classical music beyond the door didn't vanish, it simply lost all meaning, its complex harmonies sounding like crude, childish noise compared to the profound silence I was weaving.
My touch, now forever imbued with the Magical Touch's potential, felt charged against my own palms.
