Eiza confesses

Eiza fucked up, showing her concern. She had not intended on letting him know she figured something out. Struggling as hard as she could she tried not to tell him the truth.

“I….I don’t know...why this happens,” Eiza stammered, hoping her confusion would diffuse the situation.

She pleaded with fate, please please please let it drop here. Looking down, hoping against all hope she could get away from this.

William could see the young actress was trying to hold back, he stared at her and wondered what she was thinking. He was new to this power, maybe she could resist or something.

“Eiza, you want to tell me everything you know about what’s going on,” William told her.

Eiza stared at him briefly, then shrugged. Damn she thought. Crestfallen, she went into her diatribe.

“Well, I know people are doing what you say, even if they normally wouldn’t do it. You tell that woman her name is Olivia Titmouse, and she agrees. Olivia Titmouse is not a real name, it’s demeaning and insulting. You have me enjoy feeling her up, and of course I do, but that wasn’t normal. You have her strip and walk around the place getting felt up as though it was normal, it’s not normal.”

Others around their table started looking at the two. Her outburst caused a brief sensation in the room until everyone realized this was perfectly normal.

Eiza stared at William cooly.

“Eiza Eiza Eiza, you’ve been a very bad little girl now haven’t you?” William told her.

“I...don’t know what you mean, you told me to tell you everything and I did,” Eiza retorted a bit more angrily then she intended.