It's impossible; Naomi has to comply. Wait and see.

Naomi advances confidently, her huge breasts swaying as she throws her weight side to side. She should be afraid of you, but she's acting sassy. You think back to your question... you **** her to stay here, in undies... which, if she's wearing under her jeans...damn.

This new power is still well beyond your full understanding. That familiar fear rushes over you again and you shiver as Naomi steps out of the stacks and into the light around your table.

Quickly, you ask her "Would you rather sit down with me quietly, right now, or dance quietly on the table?" As soon as you utter it you think it's kind of possibly not gonna make the cut, with 'quietly' being stated in each option... but the idea that your question was a little poorly phrased or might backfire is blown away by what comes next.

She doesn't even answer you at all.

From her pocket, she pulls out a tazer and takes another step. "Say whatever you want, loser, it doesn't matter. I'm about to end this bullshit."

She's almost across the table from you. You only have time for one more question.