Same crowded park, same lovely weather. For the first time in a long time, Amelia lets herself enjoy the way the heat crawls up her legs and rests back with her arms over the bench's backrest. Before long, however, her short-lived moment of indulgence is interrupted by a presence that has her nerves begin to fray. 

"Was it too hot for a trench coat in the midday sun, mister?" In a flash, Amelia has composed herself, turning with unkempt curiosity at the figure to her left which now occupies her own private bench. "Oh... or, ma'am?" The college girl sits up and straightens her back, quickly retrieving her notepad once more and trying to figure this person out. 

The stranger laughs, voice as androgynous as their appearance. "You can call me what you like, I think sir has a nice ring to it even detached from perceptions of gender, hm?"

Amelia scoffs, more sand on the path. "Okay then, sir. I've got your lost property in my bag, I thought I'd be a good citizen and return it since you were oh so clumsy and dropped it. I've got a few questions first though..." She readies her pen, looking up at the taller figure who's all too smug for her liking. An angular face with lips curled like a courtesan's, rich red hair traipsing down to hang just shy of their shoulders. Light freckles strewn across their cheeks like constellations and mascara that muddles any assumptions Amelia could otherwise try to make up. The stranger wears a loose button up shirt and flannel pyjama pants to contrast heavily with Amelia's formal dress. 

"Like any good citizen, I suppose. Curse my butter fingers... ask away, girl." The stranger looks around, seeming more than comfortable to be out here in a public space after showing their hand the night before. They figured that Amelia called them here for the safety of a crowd. 

"Last night... just what was that? I mean--"

"You know what it was, I can tell you're not completely clueless and besides... I can see it in your notes."

As the stranger smirks, Amelia shuffles back and tilts her notepad away with a wince. "Alright then, touché. Those girls on the bench, they were under your control? Under hypnosis?"

"Not against their wills, if that's where you're going here. It's all strictly consensual, though I suppose you could have them done for public indecency if you were so offended?" 

"Ah... that's not. Wait, just them? Are you saying you wouldn't be charged too? Oh, I suppose not... interesting. I'm not offended by them kissing, nor them being gay if that's where you're going here." Amelia keeps her calm well, still not quite sure what she's getting into here. 

She earns another laugh from the enigmatic stranger, who flexes their fingers inside giving leather that Amelia recognises from the snap that yet rings in her ears. How did they manage it while wearing gloves? Plastic inlays meant to replicate the sound reliably? The girl takes notes even as her company speaks. "You'll be surprised to know that both of those girls identify as straight, then. Sexual orientation did not factor into what they did together last night, neither was thinking about the other at all. They both did it for me, because I instructed them to. I was testing their loyalty by demanding they let me take control out in public for the first time and while they both agreed... I thought I'd go easy and let the park empty out before seeing if they could commit the kissing crime, aha... almost empty, we missed a certain little mouse sitting here all quiet and what front row seats you got as a result. Once I saw they were deep enough not to care about you enjoying the show, it was an easy pass for both of them." 

Amelia feels the hairs on her neck standing up, startled at how open and honest this stranger is being if their tall tale is to be believed. It's hard not to eat up the words with the visual accompaniment she had been given. It fits at least, as well as those sleek black gloves. Before even daring to consider opening her mouth, Amelia makes sure to take notes on everything that was just said. "Easy pass? You're telling me it was an exam of sorts, then?"

"Right you are, you're a clever one. I'd ask for your name but why start now? I like coming up with my own names for people, an odd habit... you can keep calling me sir if it pleases you." The epicene stranger reaches out to lift Amelia's head from those notes she won't stop taking, cupping her chin in leather grip and tilting her gaze up towards their own confident eyes. 

The lightest tint of red on her cheeks, the student stubbornly meets those smug eyes with her own determined glower. "It doesn't to be honest, but I'll entertain it if it pleases you, sir. I'd like to stay on your good side if I can help it, something I'm sure you'll refrain from making into snide entendre. My name's Amelia, by the way, and I'd have you use it if you wouldn't mind." The girl does not move as her chin is held, waiting for those fingers to leave of their own accord. 

"Ah, very well... Amy." With dripping hot grin, the stranger returns hand to their side, seeming very amused with the new plaything that has landed into their lap. "And what would you ask of me, then? I take it you've more ambitious designs than simply asking me a few questions for your school project or what have you. I left that collar hoping for a new subject but it seems I've become yours... how curious."

"Amelia. And well... yes, I'd like to shadow you for a little while if you'd indulge a college student desperate for adequate thesis? Any documentation over your... activities... will be completely anonymous, rest assured. I can pay if that'll sway you." The girl swallows drily, fingers gripping the sides of her notepad tightly as she tries to look natural. 

"That's a first! Hmm, what are you studying, psychology?"

"Journalism."

"I see. You're fun, Amelia."

"That's a first."

The redhead scratches their chin, resting back against the bench and throwing an arm over the backrest to invade Amelia's space. "Very well then, on one condition. Put the collar on, okay?" 

Amelia's eyes widen and she almost loses her composure, squinting at the dominant making demands of her. "Why? That's not necessary."

With a shrug, the stranger gives her a look that says it's non-negotiable. "If you're to document my operation I'd want your account to be as detailed and well informed as possible, you need a taste of what it's like to be mine. Unless you're scared that it really was against their wills? Hahaha... you don't believe in that sort of thing, do you Amy? Now take the collar out of the bag and secure it around your neck like a good girl, do that and I'll show you just how many women I have ready and willing to drop to their knees and do anything I ask of them. If that doesn't interest you, though..."

Feeling slightly bitter at being talked to in such a way, Amelia does as she's told with a look of her own that challenges her new focus of study with more confidence than she really owns. "Yes, sir." She adds with a scoff, telling herself this is just sand on the footpath. Another minor inconvenience she needs to get over quickly and not dwell on any longer. The cool leather clasps around her neck and Amelia tries to pay it no mind at all. 

"Ah, you're very amusing... come along now, I'm behind schedule because of a certain stubborn missy." Amelia's stranger chuckles and stands, offering a hand she leaves in it's proffered hover. As the ambitious student rises to her feet, she feels a swell of excitement deep inside. Deep down, she knew that this figure she's fixated on would have far more reach than just two unimportant college sluts. Adjusting the collar until it sits comfortably and no longer bothers her, Amelia smiles with practiced pleasantry of her own. 

"Lead the way."