Check after the show.

It's about a half an hour after the show as you sit patiently in your dressing room. You think back to the fun you had messing with Delaila at the shows beginning. It was very clear to you from the beginning that Delaila had some entitlement issues that needed to be worked out. On stage defiantly was not the place to work them out, so you ordered her during the crowds cheers to meet you after the show. Though Delaila fell quite easily fell to your Amethyst pendant, you worried she was too strong willed to follow your post hypnotic suggestions. These worries were quickly put to rest once you heard a knocking at the door, promptly followed by a voice shouting "OPEN UP YOU SICK CUNT!!!!"

You open the door and welcome Delaila into your dressing room. Little does she know it, but she is now caught in your carefully crafted trap. "You listen and you listen good you fucking slut. I for one don't appreciate being used as some public display of indecency." Delaila begins refilled by her rage back on stage. "This Show of yours ends tonight and I am going to be the one to end it. Hope you enjoy living in a cardboard box bitch." Delaila threatens as she stands in the center of the room awaiting some form of pleas of mercy or begs of forgiveness. You chuckle as you pick yourself up from the vanity chair "Oh my dearest Delaila, you were quite well dressed upon that stage I assure you sweetheart." you begin to try and explain yourself. "Oh don't try to talk yourself out of this one whore, your going to the big house. Hope you enjoy bottom bunk bottom bitch." Delaila says with great snark in her voice. "Alright then I'll let you do the talking." You say as you snap your fingers before her face. As your snap echoed throughout the room, Delaila's face fades from anger straight to horrified realization. "That's right." Delaila said in an uneasy tone. "I was dressed up on stage there. You made me believe I was naked and couldn't get up from that chair. I was unable to resist your control." she explained unable to tell what was happing. You walk up to her and ask "What else do your remember me doing?" With a split second to answer Delaila responds "You told me to come back here. To talk about the whole situation on stage. But to talk about what?" As soon as she asked that question you snap your fingers again, as the snap echos Delaila slumps forward. "Your high and mighty act of course." You tell her as you sit her on the couch.

The bratty Delaila now sits on the couch before you deep in trance once more. "You know Delaila, I normally don't like hecklers." you begin to explain to the dazed woman before you. "You however are worse than a normal heckler. Your a heckler with a untouchable complex. Don't you worry that pretty little head of yours though I have the perfect cure for attitudes like that." You explain to her as you take a seat by her side. "First things first though that will be enough on shutting down my show won't it darling?" you ask her as she dreamily replies "Yes Miss Mysteria." You smile back at your captive beauty "very good sweetie. Now let's work on your sour demeanor."