She suddenly turns white, but the dancing continues. "No, no! Wait, what's happening?" Malvick tries to shake her violently back to health. "Don't leave me! What's going on?!"

A dark, bluish-purple ring appears around her throat, as if invisible hands are strangling her. Her eyes bulge and then roll back in her head, and her tongue protrudes from her yawning, gasping mouth. Finally, her whole body crumbles into wet, lifeless chunks in Malvick's arms, the music fades, and he looks up slowly to find himself back amongst his companions in the parlor.

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You feel utterly drained – each step of the dance was like a mile of hard marching. Each moment that you had to watch the girl dying in your arms sapped you of strength.

Malvick loses 2pts of STR from the ordeal.