Syra cast the spell, unfortunately for her she stupidly asked Stamm for help with the unfamilar and difficult invocation. The rest of the group suspected that the spell probably didn't need so much annunciation, which required her chest to be thrust forward. Also, the pole dancing was probably superfluous.
However, the spell worked, unfortunately for Mophus. His grin faded. So did Tiggy's.
"Umm.." said Mophus.
"Oh. Ewww" said Tiggy. She then patted Mophus's arm. "Don't worry about it," she said reassuringly, "it happens to alot of men you know, and I can get my dress cleaned up. And I'm sure you can get it filled right back up again in no time. "
Mophus sadly shook his head, and lifted up the empty wine bottle. "I was saving that for a special occasion!" sniffed Mophus, "it was a Merlot!"
Stamm stopped watching Syra's pole dancing antics, sudden;y hearing what Mophus said. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he cried, falling to the floor. Syra sighed, realising the chest thrusting and pole danceing did not seem to be enough to cure poor Stamm if his misery. She put the wooden box down, thanked Adamo for his italian dance moves, then soundly clubbed Stamm on the head to shut him up.
"Umm, so, did you want to try this flask?" asked Mophus, holding aloft the green wine stained glass bottle.