"…and when you wake up,, I'm gonna suggest playing a little quiz. A game where you are going to forget the answer to my question the moment you want to give it. Can you do that for me?…"

'Hi!' I say while trying to clear my head.
'Hi, how do you feel? Are you up for a game?'
I do a quick body check. Everything is in order, just a small softness that follows a good trance, and maybe a small suggestion that lingers.
'I feel like you played with my head ~ but that was the goal. And I like games and puzzles, what have you got?'
'Just a simple quiz, where you get to feel better with each question you get correct, and I get a show with each question you miss.'
'I'm not sure that is a fair distribution of rewards, but you know, I'm going to humor you and find out what is going on.'
I smile and sit up straight. I feel ready for whatever you throw at me.
'In what city are you currently'
'That is easy, I'm in-'
Oh. Oh! I can feel it on the tip of my tongue. It is there. But it feels blocked. I can't make my mouth form the word. I can feel that this is going to be fun.
'I must say, I can't give you the answer. So let me give you my dress'
'Good girl… and what is your name?'
'Ha, a classic!' I feel that I can't reach the information. You placed something there. I know I have a name. I feel where it is. I just can't think about it. I can't voice it. ''A classic, but I think I have to give you my bra.'
You chuckle. 'Now, can you tell me what you have on your nose?'
I answer without thinking.' Those are my glasses.' I consider what I say. And I feel pleasure. I could answer the question. I smile triumphant.
'Interesting. That piece of information is stronger than your name…'
'I can't see my name, but I can see my glasses.'
'I see'
'I do too.' We share a smile with that.
'Now, for the last question, is that a plant behind you?'
I turn around. I see the plant, but I don't recognize it as the suggestion takes hold. It is as if I see one of those machine-learning classification images. The object is lined with a red-colored frame, with a question mark attached to it. My mind doesn't know what to do. I feel my mind surrendering, giving in to the effort of working with the suggestions, and floating back into trance.
I turn back to you and wordlessly hand you my panties. I drop.