Three Handprints

The endless nightmare did not befall Lord Amos. He opened his eyes and let out a breath of relief. The people affected by the aroma of affection had been frozen mid-step, no longer seeking the embrace of each other. A cold wave of intent had passed through their mental energy, dousing the flame of lust in their minds. But it hadn't worked on everyone. Amelia was desperately pulling on Bobby to get his attention and try to hug him. He was horrified that the aroma of affection could be so effective as to penetrate even the mental energy level. For women, it seemed to have doubled the effect, being almost fully resilient to mental energy attacks. Bobby was able to ignore the effect on his body and open his spiritual eye to scan over Amelia. Once again, like coming out of a trance, she stood straight up and stepped away from Bobby, looking embarrassed, wishing to pretend none of this had happened. Bobby just patted her on the head and smiled. Amelia couldn't stop blushing.