Every time you worship Me the effect is tremendous. There is really no way to describe, or even compare the weakness that washes over you when I decide to play with your mind. I don't call Myself a succubus for no reason. Worthy of the title 'Goddess', as what I do to your mind is beyond magical. There is no logical explanation for your increased weakness. The control I have over your mind and body is immense. Numb, weak, and soft for Me. Nothing but a puppet on a string for Me. My voice vibrating deep within every cell of your being. Your body just a vessel for My amusement. You have no will. You're My puppet, with strings so deeply you will never get rid of them. Lifeless, meaningless, unless you obey..