Outside the exclusive, high-class strip club Janes & Johns, the line stretched around the block for well-dressed patrons and party-goes to get in, many of them shaking to the beat of the pulsing music from the inside, even as the line barely moved or the bouncer would decide most of them weren't getting in that night.

Across the street from the entrance sat a lone figure, lightly shaking her head to the beat, but paying more attention to the screen on her tablet feeding her video from a camera planted in the VIP section before the club opened that night. The figure was a beautiful, sharply-dressed woman wearing a suit with a buttoned up blouse; the name on her local police badge proudly-read Detective Kerry Zoh. Her dark hair was wrapped up in a bun and she wore light make-up, a look made to stand-out as a professional, but willing to undo several buttons on her blouse to advance further towards the target she watched carefully on the screen.

"Finally found you," Kerry whispered, smiling to herself. The man she fixed her keen gaze on was Augustine Windsor, a well-known information trader who'd attempted to position himself as a major power broker in the private circles he operated out of within the last few years. While very good at what he did and an a small army of people willing to do his favor through blackmail or annexing his annexed power, he'd pissed off significant-enough parties to make him disappear from his circles while the heat died down and sincere threats could hopefully be forgotten.

A handsome, older man who knew how to look like he belonged in affluent settings, he often attracted attractive and sophisticated women, including the one seated next to him, sipping expensive champagne, enjoying flirting with and groping each other in privacy. The watching woman noted how she could've been seated next to Augustine if she'd dressed differently, and willing to use assets she knew could be more than compelling to the unsuspecting, physical or otherwise. But there was still a risk that she might've been flagged by the half-dozen guards surrounding Augustine, keeping any suspicious elements out of his comfort zone that evening.

As she saw the companion in the dark green silk dress get up, Kerry chose that moment to make her move, readying her badge so that she could enter the club ahead of the jealous crowd.

***

Checking herself out in the bathroom mirror, Skylar Summers smiled a knowing smirk, knowing deep in her vain soul that she was the most beautiful woman in that club, and once again snared the highest roller who'd be spending more money than he expected on her, if he was lucky. Doing her make-up, she glanced over at the reflection the female security officer who had to tag along and make sure that their primary concern's date was safe, and not trying anything funny.

"I don't supposed your boss would object me adding a little...stimulant to my freshening up, would he?"

The stoic, suited woman glanced in her direction with her own smirk; it irked Skylar just a little how behind those standard-issue sunglasses ridiculously-worn indoors were probably a pair of gorgeous eyes. And the standard-issue suit looked like it hid a substantial bust and magnificent figure, one that could rival hers.

"Not at all, miss. I'm not obligated from stopping you to enjoying yourself," the stoic voice was peppered with amusement.

"Glad to hear it," she tossed her hair over the side of her shoulder, using the same hand to pull a shiny crystal out of her matching purse. A shimmering amethyst stone glinted brilliantly off the bathroom fluorescent lights, capturing the light and a few pair of eyes that noted how well it complimented Skylar's dark green dress, before it managed to steal away more attention for itself.

"Think in my mind," Skylar whispered to herself multiple times as she held the pendant up to her eyes. The words echoed back to her every time, as if someone was speaking the words back to her, reinforcing the self-trance the socialite was getting high off of.

"Think of amethyst in my mind," the whispered drew themselves out as the mantra changed, reflecting the color making hers dull and desperate for more. Skylar's drug of choice killed brain cells softer than any barbiturate she could've conceived, every other thought happily led off a cliff like lemmings, floating away to maybe never be heard from again.

"Think of lyrics in my mind." The crystal pendant started to sway in her stilled hand, or her body swayed as background music filled the gap in the song she was singing to herself. She remembered how she loved to dance and feel frisky with her favorite song playing in the background. Minutes later when she was done giving in to her self-pleasure, an idea popped into her head she had to act upon.

Walking past the female guard who immediately followed, tethered to her, strutting up to the club's DJ who held access to the private sound system in VIP.

Stepping away between songs playing for a smoke, the DJ Skylar wanted to meet found himself teased by the woman in the satin green dress, and the amethyst crystal that shimmered like the voice in his head crooned unrelentingly. He'd been around plenty of women who could sashay their ass and flash cleavage to get what they wanted, but never had a simple accessory made him so willing to surrender to anyone's charms. The woman in green standing easy on the eyes somehow faded in the background as the amethyst took over, trouncing every thought that tried to say no to powerful feminine requests.

Before the DJ knew it, his break was over. Filled with satisfaction, he slipped into the room holding the private, automated DJ settings of VIP, and slipped a USB port he didn't realize he'd had all night into the right slot, immediately forgetting about it before returning to the main floor.

***

"Welcome back, beautiful," Augustine greeted in his rich, gentlemanly tenor.

"Beautiful, huh? Forgotten my name already?" Skylar slid back into the booth, into his grasp, but pulling her head away from the kiss he tried giving, playing the perfect amount of hard to get, getting harder off of her games. He pulled her just a little closer for his whispers to be a breath's length away from her ear.

"Sandy Witwer, Sagittarius, graduate of Brown, majoring in marketing and information technology, looking to start your own fashion line with your face and figure as the lead model. How's my memory doing now, beautiful?"

"Not bad," she complimented without looking directly at him, happy that he knew her alias more than her real name. "Though you must've conveniently forgotten to mention my measurements."

"I didn't forget those; put together, they just equal perfection."

Skylar nearly snorted at the assertion equal parts corny and slick.

"Acceptable answer," she rolled her eyes before accepting being pulled to a long kiss.

A shift in the background music caught her attention, and she pulled away from the kiss all of a sudden.

"Ooohh, 'In My Mind'. I love this song," she pulled away to pour more champagne into their glasses, encouraging the taste of it mixed with each other's lips.

"I like the sound of it," he offered a fake compliment, a much bigger fan of classical music than anything produced in the past twenty-to-fifty years.

"You should really pay attention to it; something about the lyrics just...get me," she proposed before another sip and another kiss sharing the champagne.

"In my mind

Intertwined

Are our limbs twisted,

Chase your goals

Chills for hours

Chemicals lifted."

"Prophetic, and accurate." Augustine thought as he pulled her unresisting body closer, loving the way she danced and rolled her body into his in time with the lyrics.

"I'll lay the stones

And you'll come walking.

Fill all the holes

From our explosions."

Some of the lyrics didn't quite make sense to him, but he certainly didn't mind how vivacious it made his date.

"You, you

In my mind

You, you

My mind

Mind, mind, mind"

Minding things became a slight chore as her hand grazed across his chest, and down where his body guards couldn't see where her hand roamed. Not much imagination was needed to know what it was doing, seeing him silently writhe through a collective of sunglass-covered eyes.

"I hear your call

I capsize

We keep chasing

Exit signs

As if they existed

You and me are madness

And I'll explore it

Waitin' for you to return

And now you own me"

An analytical Augustine not hampered by alcohol or redirected blood flow could've noticed some of the lyrics...emphasized. An electronic effect accompanied the normal track in a strange way that prompted emphasis to certain words, strengthening parts of the song's message. Such analytics would've kicked skepticism into a high enough gear to alert the guarded man, but it seemed so much less out of sorts as Skylar moved away from kissing to add her own emphasis directly in his ear, licking it before moving back to his lips.

"You, you

In my mind

You, you

My mind

Mind, mind, mind

You, you,

In my mind

You, you

My mind

Mind, mind, mind."

As the song ended, he felt out of sorts in a good way, the kind of tipsy champagne and women that made him feel very safe and wanted, behind his usual intellect and wall of security. That wall he coveted like little else was blurry as he felt out of his own mind, and in...someone else's. Pulling away to stare at Skylar's beautiful face who finished whispering something to him while he was necking her, he just smiled instead of trying to search her face to decipher her thoughts.

"Nice song," he compliment without thinking hard about it.

"If you liked that one, the next one gets me even hotter. It's called 'Think.'"

Blurry eyes cleared a little at her assertion.

"Planned this, did we?" some cleverness tried to slip through his aroused tone.

"I might've gotten the club to play some favorites of mine. I felt like loosing myself in something heady. Are we complaining about that now?" Skylar's lips closed into his before pulling back as she squeezed him between his legs. His moan turned into a scoff at her haughty audacity, the next song playing to excite her and her partner.

"Go ahead, you're taking me down now

Give me, give me, give me, give me what you don't know

Go ahead, take me all out now

Get this, get this into your game."

The second song sounded in the same vein as the last, distinctive enough with its lyrics, but promoting continuing mellow overture to resplendent, decadence. Everything around Augustine, especially Skylar and her music cocooned him taking a search for pleasures of the flesh and expanding that search inwards.

"You got me in a heady drop

I never wanna come off

You got me with your beat-up bluff

I never wanna come up"

The literal drop into headiness made him start to struggle, to feel the buried, paranoid self that dragged him into hiding. Pushing his way up the steep hill to consciousness, Skylar felt him actively fighting the lyrics, the sexual mood she was in. Unsatiated, she began stroking his trousers at a faster pace than he could breathe or resist the stupor.

"Think...of me

I'll never break your heart

Think...of me

You're always in the dark

I am your line, your line, your liiiinnneee.

Think...of me. You're never in the dark."

Skylar singing the lyrics reverberated in the space between them, but it wasn't just her voice that made itself known. Another voice tickled at his senses, riding the way of Skylar's arousal until Augustine was thinking not only of her, but leaving subconscious space ready for the unidentified voice who sung with sharper intent.

"Now that I'm making this align

Let me, let me, let me, let me in the unknown."

Letting her in felt strange as the blended "her" acted as one voice, and he couldn't conceive of a door or barrier to keep her out."

"You got me in your open hand

I never wanna come back

A longing that you never found

You know it's gonna come out.

"Think...of me. I'll never break your heart

Think...of me. You're always in the dark

I am your line, your line, your liiiinnneee.

Think...of me, you're never in the dark."

With nothing to break the song's rhythm, the lyrics won out in his head, surrendering to the sonorific voices insisting on a soft surrender of the scene. Augustine found his libido throbbing, but actively fornicating with the words more than anything else. Skylar was happy enough to cuddle next to him, stroking herself while her singing in his ear made him stroke himself.

Unbeknownst to either sitting in the lone booth, the two songs "Think" and "In My Mind" started blending into one another, until the coherently shared the same beat, and lyrics strategically echoed out of the speakers and created an atmosphere made to erode rebellious notions and actions. Each part of the song led Augustine and Skylar to stay on the edge, and tease themselves nearly over it when their need for submission spiked. The only ones to even clue in to the incremental change and smothering binaural tones were the posted security guards. Eventually, instead of them listening closely to their ear pieces and watching the surroundings, they focused on the two horny figures strangely going at one another, both being mentally fucked by the music playing on an endless loop. Augustine Windsor was no longer a primary target - a dazzling voice took precedent.

"In your mind

will and commands intertwined

Are your thoughts twisted?

Behind of a set of glasses, the guard closest to the entrance blinked several times, trying to get a handle on the situation. In a strip club, he wasn't at all surprised by witnessing debauchery, even weird kinks he was never into. No job before this got to him like this one had, more envious of the fun his clients were having than ever before, with an element in the room happy to make them feel just as wanted, giving them permission to participate. Body language showed they were trying to shake off the effects with twitching fingertips that lead to arms rising. They only got so far as a soft hand urged them down, before a crystal appeared directly in his eyesight.

"That's right, the will you thought you had intertwines with my commands." A new voice, or the same voice working in tandem with the new song, gave a hypnotic cover to the continuing beat, expounded upon the lyrics. "My commands strangle the negative vibes, the resistance that keeps you away from feeling wonderful, thoughts twisting towards positivity, towards the direction they need. A dazzling direction, like the dazzling amethyst before your eyes." the calm voice framed the repeated, remixed lyrics driving bodies, deep into still compliance. The pendant looked so beautiful that it shined even over the tinted glasses. Sunglasses slowly removed from the still face was met with a rejoicing, incoherent sound as the full purple color shined into his eyes, smiling as it twisted from the chain, throwing flashes of white and purple shades to distract his mind.

"Chase your wanton goals

Following She who controls

Spirits lifted."

The next guard watched their Augustine and Skylar's backs, heads shaking vigorously with every edge spent his time imagining what their fronts looked like, the perspiration he shared and exposed flesh he wanted to stroke. An angelic, spinning amethyst from above came into view as his glasses were removed.

"Follow the words, follow the amethyst, follow the light and the end of the tunnel, the light refracting off my crystal. Your spirit rises the closer you get, and your spirit engorges your excitement. Don't bother hiding it; free yourself, free what you feel. Enslave yourself to the passionate freedom my words allow."

"Waiting for your return

And now I own you

Me, I'm

In your mind

Me, I'm

In your mind

your mind, whose mind, my mind"

It felt so wrong to one guard trying to pull her gun out of her holster, all of her instincts trying to force every limb to pull the primary out of the room, to escape the manipulation.

"You don't want that, dear. You can feel how you'd rather do something else, so you don't want that. And because you don't want it, it shouldn't be. And for your betterment, it isn't. There isn't a tool you can use to escape. The one you protect doesn't want to escape, just like you don't, so there is no escape." She struggled for so long to extract the gun, it certainly didn't help with the hand resting the wrist to keep it where it was.

"There's no place you'd rather be than right here, in your mind. I'm in your mind, dimming all the lights, leaving one to shine brightly." The amethyst spun and caught one overhead light better to mesmerize her with, a wide-eyed stare taking in every amethyst flash.

"I'm pushing all the buttons in you, seeing which one raises the temperature to match all the hot words in your head." The distraction of pinched nipples through her jacket and blouse only made things harder, and then easier for the song to make escape a non-factor. The gun-gripped hand fell eventually to find the other place she really wanted stroked.

"Good girl, keep going. Keep edging, just like the rest," the voice told her almost everything she wanted to hear.

"Go ahead, let me take you down now.

Give me, give me, give me, give me what you only know.

Go ahead, let yourself all out now

Get this, my control, get this into your mind."

The remaining guards fell similarly, the remaining dominoes falling to lyrics, whispers, and colors, drunk on cocktails made up of assorted domineering suggestions. Eye glasses removed, pendants twisting before glazed gazes, flys unzipped for easier access to physical stimulation.

"I've got you in a heady drop

You'll never wanna get off without my command

I've got you with my mind-bending beat

You'll never wanna come up to think."

Once the six guards were under, the suited figure who'd taken them all made the rounds again, reinforcing their disposition with faster stroking and deeper absorption of the lyrics that did the thinking for them. Indirect targets secured, Augustine and Skylar were returned to for their deepening.

"Think...of me

I'll always break your mind.

Sink...for me

You're always in my light

I am your light, your light, your liiiiggghttt

Think...of me, you'll never hide in the dark."

The amethyst hung between their heads, above eye level and rising, forced to stare at it like a disco ball hanging from the ceiling.

"Your hearts and minds sing loudly for my song, but so will your loins momentarily. And all it will take to reach that climax are some words you will take to heart the moment they leave your lips. Repeat these words now: A Dazzling Lady has me swayed, a Dazzling Lady must be obeyed."

"A Dazzling Lady has me swayed," Skylar moaned, eyes rolling into the back of her head, anticipating what was to come.

"A Dazzling Lady must be obeyed," Augustine finished alongside his date, a flicker of recollection coming to him from those words before the eruption blew his brains out.

***

Slits of tired eyes opened wider, blinking out of the oblivion to see a Skylar on her knees, unclothed, stroking herself slowly. Holding more significance next to her was a bare, toned leg peaking out of the slit of a familiar dark green, silk dress. A cold shiver of fear ran through Augustine's spine as his eyes raised to confirm his fears, to rest his eyes on the last beautiful face he wanted to see in the world, bearing a devilish smirk.

"Augustine Windsor..." the icy reply created a lump in his throat he had to swallow. "I see the pleasure of seeing me again remains all mine."

"D-Dazzling...how...why..." he began babbling.

"If you're not taking enough Metamucil for your memory lately, let me reiterate my previous terms - if you ever cross my path again, I'll make sure you regret every second of it."

"And I stuck to those terms, thank you very much," Augustine complained angrily, looking down to find himself pantless and exposed. "How the hell was I supposed to know you were anywhere near here?"

"That's not my problem," Dazzling uttered sharply. "And you being the information expert should've been tracking hypnosis activity enough to know when and where to stay away."

"And here I thought Geneva was ancient history between us," he tried to reason with a light tone, almost jokingly, to lower the agitation between both of them.

"You wouldn't forget a transgression like that when you were still a power broker; why should I?"

The older man didn't bother arguing what they both knew was true.

"How the hell did you even know I was in-town; I was only in-town for one night. And how the hell did you get past these overpaid idiots?" Augustine referred to the security team still standing at their posts, whispering "a Dazzling Lady has me swayed, a Dazzling Lady must be obeyed" over and over.

"After Geneva, it became prudent to keep track of you through various means. And knowing you were going to be in close-enough proximity gave me time to act. And these overpaid idiots as you refer to them..." she gestured at Skylar, which seemed strange to him. "They looked skilled enough from their dossiers to make things tricky for a master hypnotist like me, but paranoia like yours made sure to hire several independent contractors of the same caliber. Good enough to understand the assignment, but hampered by your 'divide to conquer' tactics enough so they couldn't tell if a comrade was switched with someone looking similar. And you just had to hire a woman in security who could be a doppelganger for me."

Patting Skylar's head, eyes rolled up in her head again as she leaned against Dazzling's legs like a feline. Dazzling let her for several seconds, before snapping her fingers twice at her face.

Her eyes flew open, and she stroked herself faster while filling in the blanks of the holes in Augustine's security.

"Ohhhh...mmmmm...I was hired to guard Augustine..mmm...Windsor...two nights ago......accepted the j-job....last night, met a woman who said she r-r-represented Windsor...so beautiful....deep green...mmmmeyes....jewelry...hanging between her..b-b-reasts....couldn't look away...so thoughtless....happy....horny...dazzled....by Dazzling...."

"Yes, you are, sweetie," she told the preening Skylar, stroking herself even faster as she lowered the crystal in-front of her face. Wide eyes took as much of it in to relive her first trance.

"I..ohhhh...need to watch....need to l-listen...o-ohhooobey....aahhh...I will...obey...yeah...yeah..yeah....command...me....wore suit...tonight....needed to slip in the bathroom at nine...change clothes, but eat Dazzling out first...tastes so sweet...wearing Dazzling's dress...horny for Augustine...hornier for Dazzling....tell him I'm Sandy....pretending it's Dazzling...so hot...obeyyying is sooo..ooh hot...muusssst...oohhbey..."

"Good girl, release for me now."

All at once, the built-up pleasure shot out of Skylar who arched her back and roared in ecstasy. When she was done, her body leaned against the couch twitching, whispering the rhyming mantra to keep the pleasure flowing through her body. It ramped up again as Dazzling took a seat in the booth, hiking her dress up to expose her lack of underwear. Filled with a sudden hunger, Skylar crawled to Dazzling and gave an equal level of pleasure with her tongue, taking her cues from the way the hypnotist rocked her hips and held onto Skylar's hair. The security slave got her off twice before she dismissed her to kneeling at her side, smiling sharply at the bewildered man.

Augustine tried not to let it show how arousing the scene made him, but his erection betrayed him without regard for his ego.

"Well, I'm obviously fucked, and not even in a good way," Augustine groused, head falling down in a sigh.

"Really makes you think twice about trying to out-wit out-will a hypnotist, doesn't it?"

"Makes me think twice about a lot of things."

"Admitting your situation instead of trying to bluff and bluster your way out of it? Someone's matured," Dazzling was slightly impressed.

"Someone had to eat a whole humble pie or two, which I'm sure you would've loved to have been present for," he admitted, hoping he wouldn't have to go over the details like Skylar had.

"Well, in that case, I'll extend you a little mercy, and maybe a chance to even walk away from this as your last warning."

His head raised, grasping to even a presented false hope. "Under what terms?"

"The fusion song I created that's still in your head, 'Think In The Mind,' the one that brought down everyone here. Sing it, the slave-version of it, the whole thing, acapella. If you get it all right, you get to walk away."

"And if I don't?"

"Refuse to sing or get one lyric incorrect, and you'll be licking the women out until your tongue is numb. And you might be getting a twenty one gun salute to the face from your guards here, only they won't be using bullets."

Looking around to see them stroking themselves, he might've preferred bullets for a quick death. He also knew she'd leak it to social media for good measure too.

Closing his eyes without haste, he focused on forcing his memories to bring up the lyrics, not expecting them to ready leap out of his lips.

"In my mind

will and commands intertwined

Aren't my thoughts twisted?"

The words came accurately to his surprise, though Dazzling didn't look impressed.

"With feeling," she ordered. "Otherwise...guards, step closer," she threatened with a snap, and they all took a few steps forward at her command. Enthusiasm immediately rose in his voice.

"Chase my wanton goals

Following She who controls

Spirits lifted."

He focused on her face, her smile determining his face and how much more he needed to give himself to the song.

"Waiting for my return

And now You own me

"You, You're

In my mind

You, You're

In my mind

my mind, whose mind, your mind"

Something hit in in the course of remembering. The words spilled out as emoting because easier, natural. He felt the words from his diaphragm, and instead of reciting it, he gave a genuine attempt to sing it and understand the feelings inside waiting to be triggered. He barely noticed Dazzling's smile that widened with glee.

"Go ahead, let You take me down now.

Give you, give you, give you, give you what I only know.

Go ahead, let myself all out now

Get this, Your control, get this into my mind."

Augustine was a terrible singer in practice, but it didn't matter as much as the effort he was giving, debasing his ego, embarrassing himself for Dazzling Lady.

"You've got me in a heady drop

I'll never wanna get off without Your command

You've got me with Your mind-bending beat

I'll never wanna come up to think."

The engine powering the easy remembrance was the feelings of pleasure that came from succumbing to the song that still played in his head. Shoulders shrugging, arms hanging looser than before, throat unresisting of what the song signaled, Augustine continued in total awe of her power.

"Think...of You

You'll always break my mind.

Sink...for You

I'm always in Your light

You are my light, my light, my liiiiggghttt

Think...of You, I'll never hide in the dark."

The former power broker's source of influence rested completely in the shadows, willing to spend an affluent part of his life there in his past. But in one night, light extinguished his desire to be in the dark. Dark was where power was, but he was so weak in light. Weak and happy. Happy through obedience. Obedient due to the amethyst twisting before his eyes, flashing light at him. Under his deepest trance yet, his old modus operandi was fading in favor of Dazzling light and control.

"Good boy," she praised Augustine as he finished his song perfectly. "The tenants of our deal fulfilled, I guess I'll have to let you go, assuming you want to. Do you want to leave me, Augustine?"

"N-no, Dazzling."

"Do you want to stay way, Augustine?"

"No, Dazzling."

"Do you want to stay with me, like this Augustine?"

"Yes, Dazzling," he sighed in hopeful relief.

She smiled at his mindless, doting, face. "I guess you've convinced me that my mercy should extend towards keeping you in my stable. Far away, but at my beck and call at a moment's notice."

"Yes, Dazzling," a broad smile agreed to her terms, and silently agreed to every term she would levy in the future.

"Then welcome to my harem, where ego-Augustine will hate every second, but slave-Augustine will love every second. Isn't that right, slave?"

"Yes, Dazzling, I am your slave," he spoke while his member straightened, pointing directly at their owner.

She smiled at him before slapping him hard across the face, in a deep enough trance that he took it as a token of her favor.

"Get dressed, slaves like you don't get to be naked in my harem," she spoke with indifferent disgust.

Once he re-dressed himself, she snapped her fingers in his face again, watching how the sound rocked his world in a way a hard slap couldn't. "Now let's discuss your long-distance future service for me."

***

In a room adjacent to the VIP room Augustine Windsor partied at, Kerry Zoh had to wake herself from the sleepy, weirdly-sexy feeling she was feeling. Sitting in a chair, she'd lolled off at some point, the music more audible to her than the main club had gotten to her. It was so strange, as if designed to make her sleepy.

Picking up her tablet which had slipped from her hand, she surveyed the room, eyes widening in total disbelief. Augustine was sitting in the booth, masturbating, as were all of his guards, except for one who'd totally disrobed and knelt, stroking herself even more. This certainly wasn't the scene she'd witnessed before, but what she currently saw did reflect what she'd felt tinging at her private parts. Taking a deep breath, it took a few moments to put it altogether, but the impossible made the most sense - someone had brainwashed the entire room, and got... whatever they wanted out of Augustine. Humiliation was obviously a part of it, but he certainly wasn't complaining.

Carefully stepping up to the nearest door, she slowly crept into the VIP room looking around, going totally unnoticed by anyone present. Whoever did the hypnotic deed made sure they stayed in their own little erotic worlds for a long time. Waving a hand in-front of a few faces, no one responded to anything except finger snaps, which got a pleasurable jolt out of some. Kerry had to cover her mouth to hide her giggling, recognizing how fun it was to elicit the same out of friends and slaves earlier in her life when she practiced hypnosis regularly. The expanse of the room teased her mind. "This might be what had happened if you went deeper into hypnotism."

She smiled at that for a long few seconds before shaking her head, righting it to the original task at hand. Espionage made much easier by whoever was there first, she removed all the cameras set up and set the important burner phone close to his, copying all the data and placing hidden tracking software on it, something even Augustine wouldn't hopefully ever find.

It should've been just as easy as walking away completely undetected, but looking at Skylar on the floor, all sorts of feelings crept into Kerry's mind, the kind of bringing up her old naughty hypnotist persona.

"She might be what happens if you get back into hypnosis," her id told her. And in a moment of suspension of disbelief, she indulged.

"Focus on me now," she whispered, getting the woman's attention. "Focus on me." Skylar's head leaned up to see Kerry crouched in-front of her, smiling.

"Focus on my hand," Kerry told her, and watched lost eyes happily fixate on something as she lead them back and forth several times, whispering lots of affirmations to her to keep her fixed.

"Focus on me....and sleep!" she snapped her fingers at Skylar, and dropped her hand, watching the hypnotized head follow.

"What's your name?" Kerry asked, old feelings of domination leading her on.

"Skylar."

"Hello Skylar. Had we met earlier, you might be referring to me as 'Detective Kerry Zoh.' But no need for aliases now; allow me to introduce myself as Zoe. Or as you'll come to call me - Mistress Zoe..."