Cassandra

As you sat down you saw another friend nearby, Cassandra.

She is 23 years old, five and a half feet tall and has long straight black hair. She is slightly chubby and has a nice pair of 36D cup breasts. Her one issue is that she has been brought up around no one else the same age as her, so her mental age is still a good 5 or 6 years younger than it should be. And most people usually assume she has a learning difficulty. She is currently wearing a knee length blue skirt and a tight black top. It’s not intentionally tight, its just that she can’t be bothered to buy a new top yet as she likes this one.

You focussed and watched as she started acting slightly differently. She was still acting very much like a teenager mentally, but now she seemed to be flirting as much as she could with anyone. You made her flirtatious. To the point she was twirling her hair in her hands, moving in her chair to be sat closer to the guy she was speaking with, seemingly trying to touch him or stroke him too. It was odd for you to watch, but obviously, for everyone else, Cassandra was always like this. This was the best part of your power, you could do anything and, unless you wanted, noone would notice.