Zariel growled as she watched another minute tick by. “Where the fuck are those two? They said they’d be here like ten minutes ago, the gala starts in just half an hour, and she has my suit!” She huffed and sat down, then stood back up, then sat down again. Why did I ever agree to those alterations? Everything fit fine back at the tailor! Mmm, and that tailor was pretty fine too…

After yet another agonizing minute, Zariel finally heard a knock on her door. “Jesus, took you long enough,” she muttered. She opened the door, about to tear Lorelei and Alexander a new one, until she actually saw them.

Alexander had cleaned up nicely. His navy-blue suit fit him perfectly, and his long, unkempt hair was slicked back, making him almost look like some sort of stock broker. But Lorelei… Lorelei was dazzling. She wore a black, backless dress with a turtleneck, and her makeup and hair were flawless.

“Sorry we’re late,” Lorelei said, walking past Zariel as her jaw remained dropped. “Traffic is rough tonight.”

“Uh… u-uh…” Zariel blinked. “That’s… yeah.”

Lorelei smirked and handed Zariel a garment bag. “Your outfit for tonight. The tailor’s shop was already closed, but fortunately they were generous enough to let me pick it up after hours.” She looked around the room and hummed. “Little smaller than I thought it’d be.”

“It’s about the same size as mine,” Alexander explained. “The Bureau doesn’t pay for size, but it’s got everything you’d need…” He sniffed and scrunched his nose. “Mine smells better, though…” he said quietly.

“I see,” Lorelei replied. “Well, Alexander, Miss Zariel here needs some privacy. Would you care to step outside for a moment?”

“Yes, Doctor Lawson.” Alexander turned on his heels and walked through the door, closing it on his way out.

Lorelei looked at Zariel expectantly. “Go on, then. Put it on.”

“O-Oh, right,” Zariel blushed. She unzipped the bag and tossed it aside. “Wait… what?” she gasped. “What the fuck?!”

Inside the bag was not the grey-on-red suit she tried on at the tailor. Instead, it was a low-cut red satin party dress, with a very short skirt.

Zariel glared at Lorelei. “What’s going on here?”

“What’s going on,” Lorelei replied, “is that you’re not getting dressed yet. We don’t have all night, Zariel.”

“I can’t go there in this! What happened to my suit?”

“I decided this was better.”

“You…” Zariel fumed. “Th-That’s not up to you! It’s my outfit, I can dress how I want!”

“And since you’re my patient,” Lorelei continued, stepping closer, “I have the right to make certain decisions on your behalf.”

“I don’t see how my clothes fall under your, like, jurisdiction!” Zariel scoffed.

Lorelei placed a hand on Zariel’s shoulder. She was already tall, but in her heels she practically towered over the superheroine. “We don’t need to be having this conversation. You and I both know that all it’d take is a snap of my fingers, and I’d make you put that dress on.”

Zariel’s eyes widened. “Y-You wouldn’t… I mean, th-that wouldn’t even work, right? You said it yourself, hypnosis can only make you do–”

“–What you want to do. Yes, I did say that.” Lorelei stroked Zariel’s cheek gently. “But it’s not quite as simple as that sounds. You might not think you want to put that dress on… but you do want to please me. Isn’t that right?”

“What are you talking about?” Zariel blushed. “P-Pleasing you…?”

“You want me to be happy with you so I give you a glowing endorsement. So E.E. will put you back on the team.” Lorelei tilted her head to the side innocently. “Why, what did you think I meant?”

“...Never mind,” Zariel muttered. God, why is she like this? She has to know what her teasing is doing to me... “Could you at least turn around while I change?”

Lorelei pursed her lips. “Is that really necessary? It's just us girls in here.”

“I'm gay, Doctor Lawson. It's... different.”

“Ah, I see.” Lorelei turned around and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “I promise I won't peek.”

“Yeah, sure.” Zariel sighed and held up the dress in front of her. There's no way I can wear this... But if I don't, would Doctor Lawson throw me under the bus?

Slowly, she set the dress down and lifted her shirt up. Zariel felt her cheeks burn as she undressed; she could swear Lorelei was looking at her, but she didn't dare turn around to check. She pulled down her sweatpants and kicked them to the side, and then took a deep breath.

“Lose the bra,” Lorelei said.

Zariel yelped and covered her chest. “E-Excuse me?!”

“It'll show underneath the dress.” Lorelei paused. “Unless you think you know better, hm?”

“...O-Okay...” Zariel closed her eyes and pulled her sports bra up and over her torso, letting it fall to the floor. God, I can't believe I'm doing this... I gotta report her for this, there's no way this is–

“Oh, and you should change your panties, too,” Lorelei interrupted.

“Shut up!” Zariel snapped, finally turning around and throwing the dress at Lorelei. “You know, this is totally unethical what you're doing here! Watching me while I'm naked and making me dress like... like this isn't gonna help anything!”

Lorelei didn't seem fazed at all by Zariel's outburst. She just smiled and stepped closer, the clack of her heels against the wooden floor echoing off the walls of the apartment. “And what, exactly, am I making you dress like?”

“You know!” Zariel growled. “You know exactly what you're doing!”

“Yes. Yes, I do.” Lorelei's smile never wavered as she dangled the dress from her fingertips, eyes locked onto Zariel's. “I just want you to say it. What would wearing this dress make you look like?”

Zariel balled her hands into fists. “I'd look like a... a...”

“Say it.”

“...a slut.”

Lorelei's eyes sparkled. “And what's so wrong with that? I rather think it suits you, actually.”

“It... it doesn't,” Zariel murmured, her head hanging low.

“Bullshit.” Lorelei grabbed Zariel's chin, forcing their eyes to meet. “You know, most of my patients have serious problems. PTSD, mental disorders. Even Alexander had serious anxiety issues. But you? Your problem? The big, terrible flaw that kept you from reaching your full potential?”

She planted a kiss on Zariel's forehead, then growled into her ear. “You weren't getting fucked enough.”

Zariel whined and squirmed in Lorelei's grip. “Sh-Shut up,” she muttered weakly.

“See?” Lorelei chuckled. “Look at you. Mighty Jaguar, the powerhouse of Generation Six. You could kill me in seconds if you wanted to. But instead, you're letting me pin you here.” Her other hand slid down Zariel's side, fingers dancing across her skin as the superheroine mewled. “Is this what you were fantasizing about while you watched that porn? Me, taking control? Making you squirm, teasing you... until you finally broke down and begged for me to fuck you?”

“You're insane,” Zariel spat, but even she couldn't feel the anger in her voice anymore. “Y-You're... you can't...”

Lorelei purred and placed a hand on Zariel's stomach. “Your suit is waiting in the car. The one you thought you wanted.”

Zariel blinked. “Wh-What?”

“All you have to do is say the word,” Lorelei continued. “Tell me no, and all of this stops. Alexander will bring up the suit, we'll go to the gala, and I'll tell E.E. that you're practically a saint.” Her fingertips slid downward, inching closer to the growing damp patch on Zariel's panties. “That is... if you want to stop.”

“Of... of course I do...” Zariel grunted.

“Then tell me ‘no.’ Two letters. One word. That's all it'll take.”

Zariel bit her lip. Her mind raced. What am I waiting for? Obviously I should say no, she's acting like a psycho, and... a-and... and her perfume smells really good, and...

And... she has such a... lovely voice...

“P-Please…” Zariel whispered. “I… I want you…”

Lorelei smiled. “That’s my good girl.” She held up her hand and snapped her fingers. “Ten.”

“Oh…” Zariel’s eyelids fluttered, her body starting to sway slightly. Finally, after a moment or two, she closed her eyes and sank into Lorelei’s arms.

“That’s right,” Lorelei purred, petting Zariel softly. “Falling deeper and deeper now. So easy, so simple. You’ve done it so many times now, it’s practically second nature.”

“Mmm… yeahh…”

“Tell me, Zariel. Do you have any makeup here?”

“Nnooo…”

“You didn’t seem like the type,” Lorelei smirked. “But that’s okay. Your smart, sexy therapist came prepared. Aren’t you so glad I thought of that?”

“Yes,” Zariel replied, smiling dreamily. “So… glad…”

“Then go put that dress on,” Lorelei continued, “and then I’ll get you all dolled up.”

“But…” Zariel frowned. “I’m… not a doll…”

Lorelei laughed and cupped Zariel’s chin. “But it would make me very happy to do your makeup. And you want to make me happy, yes?”

“Oh, yes…” Zariel moaned.

“So you’ll be a good girl and let me make you pretty,” Lorelei grinned. “Won’t you?”

“Yes, yes,” Zariel whimpered, rubbing her thighs together. “I’ll be such a good girl, Doctor Lawson…”

Lorelei bit her lip, her eyes hooded. “Actually, Zariel…”

“Yes, Doctor Lawson?”

“I changed my mind. You should lose the panties altogether.”

Zariel nodded, smiling like a fool as she pulled her panties down her legs. “Of course… Doctor Lawson…”

“We’re here,” Lorelei said as she turned the engine off.

“Hm?” Zariel blinked. “We… we are?”

“Yeah,” Alexander said, turning around from the front passenger seat. “Did you fall asleep?”

“I…” Zariel looked around, her brow furrowed. I thought… wasn’t I just in my apartment, talking with Doctor Lawson…? Her hand touched her chest, and she realized she was wearing the dress Lorelei had picked out for her. Wait, what?! I didn’t agree to… to…

She shook her head and hummed softly. No, I… I thought I didn’t want to wear it, but… Doctor Lawson convinced me. She… We talked it out, and I’m fine now. I can’t remember how she talked me into it, but… but I’m sure that’s fine. We talked it out, and I’m fine now. Zariel smiled sheepishly. “Y-Yeah, I guess I nodded off. Sorry.”

“Oh, that’s quite alright, Zariel,” Lorelei said. “It’s important to get plenty of rest, especially in a field like yours.” She turned to Alexander and smirked. “Besides, Alexander here got a bit of beauty sleep too. Didn’t you?”

Alexander blushed and laughed nervously. “D-Doctor Lawson, you didn’t have to tell her that…”

“Well, he needs beauty sleep,” Zariel chuckled. “I’m already a smokeshow anyway. I don’t even need this slutty-ass dress to turn heads.”

“You probably don’t,” Lorelei concurred. “But you could thank me for helping you with your make-up, Zariel.” Her eyes narrowed. “It’s awfully rude to not offer thanks to a friend who helps you out.”

“O-Oh, uh, right. Thanks. Sorry.” Zariel looked down, fidgeting with the hem of her dress. Yeah, she… she did help me with that. Even brought her own stuff, I think… I… I should be able to remember that… But we talked it out, and I’m fine now. Fine.

“Well, if we’re all ready,” Lorelei continued, “I’d say we head inside.” She opened the car door and stepped out, followed quickly by Zariel and Alexander.

As soon as Zariel was out of the car, though, she immediately started to regret coming here. Paparazzi lined the black carpet leading to the entrance to the building, and once they spotted her and Alexander, they pounced.

“Jaguar!” one of them shouted. “What about those allegations of drug use?”

“Hey, Jaguar!” said another. “Any confirmation on those rumors about you and Dragonfly from Singularity?”

“How ‘bout you bend over for us, Jag?” jeered yet another, whistling. “Ain’t every day we see you dressing like a lady!”

Zariel blushed and growled at the crowd. She was about to shout back, but Lorelei placed a hand on her shoulder and whispered in her ear.

“Ignore them. They don’t deserve your attention.”

“B-But–”

Before Zariel could say anything else, Lorelei took her and Alexander’s hands and rushed them inside. Soon, they were inside the building, the din of the photographers blocked by tinted glass.

Lorelei sighed and let go of her patients’ hands. “Everyone feeling alright?”

“Yeah,” Alexander said, smiling serenely. “I’m… I’m honestly kinda surprised with how… not bad that was.”

“I remember how those vultures used to get to you,” Lorelei said. “I’m proud of you for staying calm back there.”

“Yeah, well, he had it easy,” Zariel muttered, trying to pull the bottom of her dress down. “Nobody paid any attention to him; they were all trying to catch a wardrobe malfunction on me.”

“Well, are you surprised?” Lorelei scoffed. “Going out dressed like that?”

“You gave me this dress!”

“And you’re the one who put it on. We had a perfectly fine suit waiting for you, but you chose to wear this instead. Isn’t that right?”

“I… I didn’t…” Zariel balled her hands into fists. I didn’t choose this… did I? I can’t remember asking for it, but… but I know we talked it out, and… and…

“You chose to wear this dress,” Lorelei said, her eyes focused on Zariel’s. “Remember?”

“I… I…” Zariel closed her eyes and sighed. “Yes. I chose to wear it.”

“Then you should’ve known the kind of attention it’d bring,” Lorelei shrugged.

Zariel huffed and crossed her arms. “Oh, you’re slut-shaming me? After you gave me porn and a fucking vibrator?”

Lorelei pursed her lips. “Those were therapeutic.”

“Unbelievable…” Zariel rolled her eyes and walked away.

Alexander scratched his head. “I think she looks nice in that dress.”

“She knows she does,” Lorelei replied. “She just isn’t used to people looking at her in that way. But I’ll help her adjust.” She placed a hand on the back of his neck and leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear. “Have you been listening to those special files, my perfect subject?”

“Yes,” Alexander sighed, his eyes slipping shut and head leaning against Lorelei’s. “I listen every day, doctor.”

“Very good. You’ll remember to forget this, yes?”

“Of course, administrator. I am a perfect subject, after all.”

“That’s right,” Lorelei purred. “Good boy.” She pulled her hand away and walked off towards where Zariel went. “Come along, Alexander.”

Alexander blinked and cleared his throat. “Y-Yes, Doctor Lawson.”

Trevor fiddled with his collar and frowned. “I dunno. What do you think? Popped or unpopped?”

“Definitely unpopped,” Noa replied. “If I see a guy with a popped collar, I automatically assume he’s an asshole.” She glanced away, looking down at her tablet and scrolling through the list of people who had RSVP’d for the gala. “Would E.E. get mad at us if we left? No one’s come by in a while and there’s only a couple names left on here, I think they’re probably not coming.”

“Wait, here comes someone…” Trevor adjusted his hair and put on his best smile as their new guest approached them. “Welcome to the gala!” he beamed, placing a hand on the velvet rope separating them from the ballroom. “Can we get your name and confirmation number, please?”

“She’s not on the list,” Noa said, raising an eyebrow.

“Huh?” Trevor asked. “How do you know that, she hasn’t said her name yet?”

“Trevor,” the woman in the red dress said, “it’s me.”

Trevor stared at her and furrowed his brow. Something about her seemed familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it.

“It’s Zariel, dude,” Noa said after a few moments.

“…Oh, whoa!” Trevor exclaimed. “Damn, Zariel, you look sexy!”

“Never compliment me ever again,” Zariel growled. “And I’m a plus-one, so can you please let me through?”

“Look, Zee,” Noa sighed, “I’m sorry, but I know you didn’t get an invitation. I even asked E.E. to send you one, and she said no. So I’m afraid you’ve gotta go.”

“Is that right?” Zariel crossed her arms and huffed. “Founding member of the team, and I’m not invited to a gala that’s going on in my own building? You know, I wasn’t even told this was happening. I had to find out through someone else.”

“And that someone is me,” said another woman’s voice as she approached the arguing trio. Lorelei walked quickly towards them, Alexander in tow. “Dr. Lorelei Lawson, confirmation number…” She looked down at her phone and scowled. “Ugh. 69.”

“Nice,” said Trevor.

“Wait,” Noa frowned, “you’re bringing Zee and Alex as your guests?”

“No one ever told me I couldn’t,” Lorelei smiled.

“Well, I’m telling you now,” another, angrier voice called out from behind Noa and Trevor. The two superheroes stepped aside as E.E. glared at Lorelei, arms crossed in front of her black blazer. “What on Earth do you think you’re doing, Dr. Lawson?”

“I’m merely escorting my guests to this nice gala,” Lorelei replied. “Surely you wouldn’t have a problem with that? After all, this is their building.”

E.E. scoffed. “You know exactly what my problem is. These two are on probation. That means they aren’t allowed to represent the group in any capacity. I don’t need them fucking this up.”

“Wow,” Zariel muttered, “tell us how you really feel.”

“Quiet, Zariel,” E.E. snapped. “Dr. Lawson, we’d love to have you here, but we can’t have these two–”

“No, actually, Zariel’s right,” Lorelei interjected. “Stop talking about them like they’re not here. If you have something to say about them, tell it to their faces.”

“Look,” E.E. said, “this isn’t about them, it’s–”

“Of course it’s about them,” Lorelei interrupted. “You think they’re hopeless. You have such little faith in them that you think they can’t even manage this. But if you don’t have faith in them, how are they supposed to have faith in themselves?”

“So, what?” E.E. asked. “What happens if they go in and cause a scene?”

“They won’t.”

“You can’t promise that.”

Lorelei adjusted her glasses. “How about this? We do the evaluation now. Right here, at this gala.”

“What?” Zariel gasped.

“D-Doctor Lawson,” Alexander stuttered, “a-are you sure that’s–”

“If they cause you any headaches,” Lorelei continued, “anything at all? Then it’s an instant failure. I won’t raise a fuss if you boot them off the team. But you have to be honest. Give them a fair shake.”

“This is ridiculous,” E.E. muttered. “I’m the head of this team, and the organizer of this gala. If I don’t want them here, then they’re not allowed in.”

“Yes. You are the head of this team.” Lorelei smiled. “For now.”

E.E. raised an eyebrow. “Is that a threat, Dr. Lawson?”

“Merely an observation, Eleanor. You may manage Generation 6, but we’re all beholden to the whims of the Bureau. And if they were to find out anything…” Lorelei’s eyes flicked towards Trevor, who was busy trying to make Noa laugh with some dumb joke. “Unsavory about you, well… situations can change very quickly, I’m afraid.”

“You little…” E.E. huffed and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Fine. We’ll play it your way.” She turned around and stormed back inside. “Let them in.”

“Huh?” Noa blinked. “B-But, E.E…”

“Haha, cool!” Trevor smiled, parting the velvet rope. “Go on in, guys! Have fun!”

Zariel narrowed her eyes at Trevor. “…Thanks.” Why did Doctor Lawson give him that look? And what sort of “unsavory” stuff was she talking about?

“Come along now,” Lorelei said, wrapping her arm around Zariel’s waist. “We don’t want to become unfashionably late.”

“O-Okay, Doctor Lawson!” Alexander hurried after the two women, waving at Noa and Trevor as the trio entered the gala.

Neither Zariel nor Alexander had ever been inside the ballroom. The team rarely held publicity events, outside of statements to the press after an operation. It was a surprisingly nice place, all things considered. It still had the same grey-on-beige color scheme as the rest of the building, but the floor was actual wood instead of linoleum tiles, and the various silent auction displays did provide a splash of color.

Zariel took a peek at some of them as she made her way through the crowd. Cruises, island resorts, sports cars… typical rich people shit. Isn’t there one that’s just, like, some gift cards?

She felt an arm wrap around her waist and almost yelped. But Lorelei placed a finger to her lips and shushed her. “It’s just me,” she cooed, smiling warmly. “I’d like to introduce you to some friends of mine.” The therapist turned to Alexander. “We’ll catch up with you later. Have fun!”

“H-huh?” Alexander’s eyes widened. “B-But Doctor Lawson–!”

It was too late. The pair of women disappeared into the sea, leaving Alexander all alone in the middle of the ballroom.

“Ugh,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Guess I’ll just, um… uh…” He spotted a passing waiter holding a platter of champagne flutes and grabbed one. I don’t usually drink, but… ah, what the hell.

“You clean up nicely,” said a female voice behind him right as he took a swig from his glass.

Alexander spun around and sputtered, nearly spilling his champagne. “E-Excuse me?”

“I said you look handsome, Alexander.”

“How do you know my…” Alexander’s eyes widened as he finally recognized who was talking to him. “A-Ariana?!”

“The one and only,” Ariana giggled. She’s traded her blouse and slacks for a strapless yellow dress, almost as low-cut as Zariel’s but with a skirt that stretched down to the floor. “You seem surprised?”

“I-I wasn’t… I…” Alexander cleared his throat. “Wh-What’re you doing here? I mean, uh… um… I… i-it’s nice to… see… you.”

“Nice to see you too,” Ariana smiled. “I guess you’re wondering how a lowly tailor like myself would get an invite to the illustrious Generation Six gala?”

“Y-You’re not lowly…”

“And I also wasn’t always a tailor.” Ariana pouted. “Don’t tell me you didn’t recognize me?”

“…Recognize you…?” Alexander gulped. Oh no. Oh no, no, no. Please don’t tell me she’s actually famous and I totally didn’t realize. God, she’s looking at me and expecting me to answer and I seriously can’t think of anything, oh no, oh no, help–

Ariana laughed and placed a hand on Alexander’s shoulder. “Oh, it’s okay! Please don’t worry, I didn’t mean to freak you out. It was a long time ago, after all… and I don’t think MARZ made too many headlines.”

“MARZ…” Alexander furrowed his brow. “Oh, yeah, that was the team we re–” He froze. “Uh… n-not replaced, that’s… I mean… th-the team that used to be in this city before we moved in.”

“Yep,” Ariana nodded. “And I never moved out. Behold! The artist formerly known as Citra!”

“Whoa…” Alexander gasped. “Man, I had no idea… I thought post-humans like us always got reassigned to other teams or, like, military stuff.”

“I knew someone who helped pull some strings. And, frankly? I was never much use with the superhero stuff to begin with.” Ariana sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “That Mode guy on your team, you know how he can do all sorts of stuff with his right eye?”

“Yeah, he explained it to me. It’s like, the whole electromagnetic spectrum, from radio up to the stuff that’ll give you cancer.”

“And visible light is part of that,” Ariana continued. “But that’s all I could ever do. I could light up a room, or blind someone with a big flash… but so could anyone else if they brought a flashlight or a stun grenade. I always felt a little superfluous, so I threw myself into fights to prove myself that way. Wound up burning through all my spare costumes, tearing them up like crazy… eventually the Bureau came down on me and said they’d stop supplying replacements. So I had to start repairing them on my own time.”

“Is that how you got an interest in fashion?” Alexander asked. “Then after you retired, you opened up that shop?”

“Hm? Oh, no, I always liked that. That’s how I was able to repair the costumes in the first place.” Ariana fidgeted with the top of her dress. “It’s nice, you know? I can be calm, focused, feel like I’m doing something with my hands without using hammers and nails and whatnot.”

“U-Uh, yeah,” Alexander muttered, trying not to look at her chest, “sounds nice.”

Ariana giggled and turned his head towards hers. “You’re a good listener, Alexander. You like being focused too, right?”

“Huh?”

“You know. Focused.” She pulled his head down and whispered in his ear. “Like when you listen to Lorelei.”

Alexander blushed. “Wh-What? I-I don’t know what y-you’re talking about…”

“Yes you do~” Ariana said in a sing-song. “I can read you like an open book, Alexander. You’re a good boy who likes to go deep for Doctor Lawson. I know… because I’m the same way.”

“Y-You’re… what?”

Ariana purred and held Alexander, gently swaying him side to side. “She helped me feel better about my place on MARZ. And feel better in… other ways.” Her hands ran along Alexander’s back as she sighed. “She has such a lovely voice, doesn’t she?”

“Uh…” Alexander blinked slowly. “Um… yes…”

“Yes?” Ariana giggled. “I’m sure you can be more descriptive than that, Alexander. Tell me how Doctor Lawson makes you feel.”

“H-How she…? Um, I-I dunno if I should… I mean, uh, th-that’s, uh… private?”

“I don’t think she’d mind.” Ariana hummed softly, stroking his back with her hand. “Maybe… if I told you how she made me feel, would that make you more comfortable sharing?”

Alexander furrowed his brow. “I… guess so?”

Ariana sighed. “Well, whenever I need to listen to one of her files, I make myself nice and comfortable. I put on my favorite comfy clothes, I lay down in my nice, soft bed… gosh, it’s so relaxing, even before I start the file. Do you like to relax before you listen, Alexander?”

“Y-Yeah…”

“Oh, and then I start the file and that… that beautiful voice starts.” Ariana mewled and bit her lip. “Even just imagining it makes me all… tingly… does it do the same thing to you?”

“Uh… u-um, I…” Alexander felt his penis harden and groaned. “A-Ariana, please… we’re in public…”

“But we’re not doing anything, are we?” Ariana said innocently. “I’m just talking. And you’re just listening. So everything’s fine, right?”

“B-But–”

“I’m just talking,” Ariana repeated. Her eyes flashed. “So you’ll just listen. Okay?”

Alexander gasped. His eyes fluttered and went lidded, a dazed smile forming on his lips. “I’ll just… listen…”

“Mmm…” Ariana gently pulled Alexander’s head down, resting it on her shoulder as she continued to sway them both from side to side. “So, where was I…? Oh, yes. Her voice. As soon as I hear it, I feel this rush of… bliss. It makes me feel so good to just hear it. She could be reading a phone book and I’d still listen for hours and hours…”

“Hours… ‘n hours…” Alexander mumbled.

“And then,” Ariana continued, her voice barely a whisper in Alexander’s ear, “she drops me. Deep. And it feels so nice, so peaceful, so comforting… I know that I’m safe in her arms, that she’ll always be there to guide me, to mold me…” She giggled softly, tracing the outline of Alexander’s spine with her fingertips. “Our minds are like clay to her. She can make us into anything she wants. And you know what the best part is? Do you want me to tell you, Alexander?”

“Yesssss,” Alexander moaned.

“The best part… is that we love it. And not just that, she made us love it. She made us crave her control, addicted to her voice, her words. Once she had her claws in us, we’d never want to be free…” Ariana purred, breathing heavily. “God. Can you imagine anything sexier than that?”

“Nnoooo…”

Ariana’s hand slid down and grabbed the stiff rod tenting Alexander’s pants. “Yeah, baby, I know you can’t,” she purred. “You wanna drop right now, don’t you?”

Alexander whined, his cock throbbing under Ariana’s touch. “P-Please…”

“Not here.” Ariana pulled away and held Alexander’s chin, forcing his eyes to meet hers. “You know every nook and cranny of this place, yes?”

“Yeah, yeah…” Alexander nodded loosely.

“Then bring me somewhere private. Where I can talk… and you can listen… as much as we want.” Ariana giggled and whispered in his ear. “And maybe I’ll let you see what this dress looks like on the floor.”

“Oh, yes,” Alexander moaned.

Ariana wrapped her arm around Alexander’s waist. “Lead the way, handsome.”

“Yes… Ariana…” Alexander grinned as he walked alongside her, bringing her away from the bustling party…

And right where she wanted him.