The nymph smiled, awaiting Liam's response.
"You look a thousand women in one, with each passing fraction of a second you look better. It's a constant acceleration of beauty that quickly overloads the mind." He smiled, "Each time, you discover something new that you like. You look at her hands, and you get something for hands, and it grows stronger each passing fraction of a second."
The nymph giggled "When you look at another body part, you're overwhelmed with both love for the new thing and longing for the past, your eyes start trying to look at me whole, and eventually your brain fails to understand what's going up, enters a seizure and you die." She approached Liam, "So, how come you aren't affected? Even women fail to resist my beauty." She looked closely at his face.
