(Control) Test if Yara's mask really works

You had a feeling that Yara wouldn't be taking off her mask by choice throughout her stay on the island. You needed to be able to have the option to exercise mind control against her, especially if she herself was gifted in the use of occult artifacts as a collector-- she'd be a dangerous person to leave unchecked. While her bodyguard was out of the room might be the best possible time to see if she really was completely invulnerable to hypnosis attempts as she said she was.

Before continuing into any kind of interrogation, you snapped your fingers experimentally, then watched Yara for any changes that would indicate a trance state.

Unfortunately, it was hard to tell. Given her mask, there was no seeing her eyes brighten to green and the Ring of Ursa Minor didn't seem to be accompanied by the strobe light and other insane theatrics that accompanied the use of the Major ring. Still, your first hint was that her mile-a-minute pattern of speech seemed to be calming down. Your next one was that her head slumped forward, resting her chin almost down into the considerable pillow of her pushed-up breasts.

It seemed like her claim was entirely bogus, perhaps a bluff for the sake of dissuading you if you were the real culprit. In actuality, she was perfectly susceptible to the trance state.

Curious, you pushed your luck a little further. You whispered a command. In order to prove she was entirely under your control and not simply playing pretend, you'd need to make it something pretty outlandish, so you allowed yourself to get a little carried away... as much as you could knowing that her bodyguard was just one room over. You asked her-- quietly-- to jiggle her tits.

"Yes... master..." she agreed, then placed one hand underneath each of her heavy breasts. Still wearing a vapid, clueless version of her usual gap-toothed grin, she used her hands to bounce them up and down in a synchronized motion. Each lift and drop from below, as though she was carelessly massaging them, threatened to spill the contents of her already strained gold tube-top.

Getting a little more carried away, you asked her to tell you if her breasts were real or fake.

She smiled, not understanding for a moment, then finally whistled out: "Real..."

And her ass?

"Real..."

That was actually pretty impressive. The size of both were such that you just sort of assumed there was some surgery involved. You asked if she'd had any kind of cosmetic surgery, now curious.

"... Teeth."

You blinked in surprise. That was the look of her teeth after corrective surgery?

"Yes... I straightened them... left the gap... old boyfriend told me... gap was cute..." Her grin fell a bit, as though the thought of her ex-lover had harmed her mood a bit.

This was starting to feel a little too invasive. You decided to let her off the hook, rather than prod any further. You clicked your hand again, then crossed both hands behind your back to hide any hint of wrong-doing.

The woman dropped her breasts immediately, letting them jiggle back into place, as she slowly corrected her face back to its usual smile. "Hm... ho ho... hm? I'm sorry, did you say something just now? I could have sworn you asked me a question."

When you shook your head, you saw a strange look come onto her face. It was an even more smug version of her usual smile.

"Oooh... Oh ho ho. I'll tell you what, Malcolm: just now, I believe I was the victim of mind control. You see, this mask doesn't just stop attempts at control. It also acts as a detector, of sorts! I can clearly detect whenever anyone attempts to control my mind or change my thoughts, using the Mask of Horus. When you and I were talking and I seemed to zone out, it was actually an attempt at my own mind!" she explained, looking elated. "How riveting! I'm glad that my mask worked so flawlessly."

You held your tongue, not letting her know that the protective qualities of the mask where sadly lacking. Actually, you weren't really even sure if the mask had allowed her to detect you'd gained control, or if she simply put two-and-two together.

"Were you the one behind the episode, hmmm? It seems a little strange that the feeling only occurred right as I was talking to you."

You told her that you'd done nothing of the sort. Even if you'd wanted to, even if you had some artifact that made you capable, what hope would a shmuck like you have of overpowering the mental protection of a woman like her, self-trained in the arts?

"Ho ho ho! Quite right, quite right. But I'll be keeping my eye on you, you cheeky devil," she giggled, leaning so that the big, white eye of the bird mask stared into your own.

You'd have to be at least a little more careful around her in the future... For now, you told her that you'd keep an eye out for the real culprit and thank her to do the same. When she laughed in response, you quickly moved past her to speak to the bodyguard waiting in the kitchen. It felt like Yara knew a little more than you wanted her knowing.

--Another's suspicion of you rises!--

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