Beautifully

"The Vespera household. What business do you have?"

You're impressed by how effectively the female voice on the other side of the intercom manages to imply that you are even less welcome than a cockroach. Still, this wouldn't be the first household you had to talk your way into today.

"Greetings, ma'am. Terribly sorry to bother you, but the City has detected a potential gas leak in your property, and so dispatched us to check all gas appliances for your safety. I desire entrance to the estate, it would make things much easier."

You're still not sure how your powers work on those who cannot see you or know who you are, but it's seemed to work so far. A brief pause ensues, followed by a buzzing.

"Very well." The gate slides open, and the four of you begin the short walk to the house. The slight hill it's built on makes it tower above you, but in fact it only has three stories. Its width, however is not illusory: it's about three times as wide as your house, meaning it probably has between 4 and 8 times as many rooms, even accounting for the fact that the rooms themselves are almost certainly larger than the rooms in your house. It certainly leaves an impression on anyone approaching by foot.

The front door is opened by a young-looking redhead in a traditional frilly black and white maid's outfit.

"Greetings. You will follow me to the basement," she says perfunctorily.

"Of course. But first, I desire to see the young master of the house, I've heard he's quite cute and might want to fuck him."

You watch the maid's face go through the mental rearrangement that you're still getting used to seeing other people do when you announce an out-of-nowhere sexual desire. Finally, her face shows she's come to a decision.

"Aww, how kind of you. The Young Master Charles has been lonely lately. Please follow me to the Sitting Room to wait while I fetch him."

A short walk leads you to a well-lit room with several of the comfiest looking chairs any of you have ever seen. A large bookshelf filled with what look like leather-bound old tomes sits off to the side.

"Do you or your companions desire a drink while you wait?"

"I'll have coffee, if you don't mind, Miss ...?" says/asks Ailani.

"Of course ma'am. Please, call me Sarah." Faster than it would take to brew, Sarah returns with three glasses of water and a steaming cup of coffee. "I shall soon return with the Young Master."

Once she departs, you break the silence.

"Well, what do you think? House look good to everyone?"

"It's amazing!" Dana blurts out. "I can't wait to see what the TV room looks like!"

"If there's coffee this good on tap, I will find it very difficult to complain," Ailani chimes in.

"If there's anywhere near as much room out back, I'm going to make the greatest garden since Babylon!" says your mother.

Soon a young, shy boy is brought into the room by Sarah. Hannah knew what she was doing when she put him on your list. He's short - 5'2", you'd guess - with brown hair on his head but no trace whatsoever on his cute face. He blushes as his maid introduces him to you.

"Sir, this is the Young Master Charles Vespera, whose good looks you've heard about. Please, take good care of him," she says, excusing herself from the room with a slight curtsy.

Being alone in a room with four people inspecting him causes Charles's blush to deepen, as he struggles to raise his voice above a whisper.

"H-hello. I w-was told you wanted me?" Clearly he had been informed of the nature of your visit.

You stand up and slowly approach him, giving him a thorough inspection as you do. He's wearing a white button-down shirt that is quite tight on him - you convince yourself you can see his nipples through the shirt. His arms and hands, held in the classic nervous position in front of him, are slender but not frail looking. His eyes are staring at his entwined fingers, so you can't tell what color his eyes are. His creased black slacks are ever-so-slightly tenting behind his hands, which brings a grin to your face. Plain white socks complete his attire. He's adorable, looking like a stereotypical soft, shy, schoolboy, right down to the blush-plus-arousal reaction to anyone showing the slightest interest in him.

You circle him once, taking in his flat ass and the back of his neck, which his blush is spreading into. Completing your circuit, you stand directly in front of him. You take his nervously-twisting hands in yours and bring them up to his chest, giving a soft squeeze along the way. His eyes track your hands, until you take one off his hands and bring it up to his chin. Gently, you tilt his head upwards towards yours, until you are gazing directly into his light blue eyes.

"Yes. I want you."