"Billie Eilish..."

The Matron nodded as you pulled up the Vogue cover that Billie did with her massive tits finally exposed for the world. While you had been regaining your strength, you had been studying various **** connected to mind control and had mastered one that could be administered in liquid form, having tried it out on various women who wouldn't be missed by their families. Once you'd perfected it, you pondered who to use it on and then the Vogue cover broke the internet.

After you'd fully 'recovered', a plan started forming on how to get the buxom singer alone. Then you got a lucky break, Billie was feeling burnt out by the music business and wanted a break from it, you got the contact info of her manager and reached out, your voice dripping with the right words and enough persuasion that he agreed in principle, you sent him some photos of the front of the mansion, including a shot of the massive pool out the back, you told him about the sauna you'd had installed as well as the Jacuzzi.

"This sounds perfect, I'll send these to Billie and if she's satisfied, she'll be reaching out to you, thank you so much Mr Doe, this might be just what she needs..."

"Me too, me too..." You thought and wisely didn't say out loud.