Diana Hems

You've known Diana since you came to work for G&H, and of all the harpies that have come and gone she was always the best-tempered and the most patient. She's a chubby little thing, a few sizes down from outright obese thanks to one miracle diet or another, but she still fills a DD-cup bra to burst with an ass and hips you'd barely get your arms around. Today she's wearing the same flowy, self-conscious dress she usually does: a flower-pattern top that makes a skirt that would be too risque, if not for the black pants she wears for actual decency. She keeps her auburn hair in a pony-tail, letting guests see in full glory her round face and glittering green-blue eyes.

But more important than her beautiful features, impressive assets or that implacable, charitable niceness, Diana was, and is, and forever would be:

Gullible as shit.

Given what you now know about your own abilities, it seems almost cruel to use them on so blithe a creature. It's hard to gauge if your pheromones are even changing her, at first; Diana was always nice to you, and that didn't change. She isn't ovulating, and for a moment you wonder if that might be numbing your effect... then again, she didn't used to stare at you with that goofy smile. Or blush when you stared back. "I... I said good morning, Derek."

You nearly forget your manners. "Good morning, Di. Any of the attorneys in today?" You start your usual chit-chat... only today you lean in a bit more, rest an arm on the platform that hides her desk from visitors, talk directly at her. She seems enthralled, {if Evo_superiorpheromones = true}fidgeting with things on her desk as if they're proxies for leaping over the reception bar to grab you.{else@}occasionally stammering or giggling as if a bit tipsy.{endif} A few minutes later, keenly aware of how inappropriate it is to "loiter" in the front like this, you pop your last question before getting to work. "Hey... Diana."

She almost looks startled when you use her full name. It is, indeed, out-of-character for you... but many things were changing, these days. "Y-Yes, Derek?"