Same results as Attempt to negotiate.

The text:

A tide of gleaming want Admirers? The voice of the Seventh Coil fills the too-small vessel of your mind, focused for the first time on you alone. Have you come to kneel? It is knowing, rather than hearing. To love? The roar of a waterfall. The whisper of a promise. To don fur and scale and become us?

With each mind-whispered word a fierce, hot tide of silver rises within you. It ripples across the windows of your eyes. It coats your thoughts in mercury. Thoughts, actions and desires reflect into you: a hunger to kneel, to adore, to listen and follow.

You drop to the floor. It feels right. You press your forehead to the ground. You throw your arms in front of you – and you let go of the button.