Make her think she's alone

As you watch Janet walk around her apartment completely naked, you realize that you might have more fun if she didn't know you were there. Thus, you take a couple of seconds to think about the best way to word things, then give your next command.

You will completely forget that you let me into your apartment and will not notice that I am here no matter what I do, though your **** mind will avoid doing things like crashing into me. The reason that you are currently naked is because you prefer to not wear clothing when you are home alone.

You see the Asian girl's features relax ever so slightly as the confusion she was feeling a few seconds earlier dissipated entirely. Janet goes over to the TV and turns it on to her Netflix, then puts on something to watch. Deciding to test your new status as the invisible man, you sit down next to her.

"Janet?" you say. When she doesn't respond, you repeat it a bit louder, "Janet!"

She doesn't even flinch, even though you yelled that practically into her ear. Going to your next test, you stroke silky her black hair, still tied up in the bun. She still doesn't respond, so you take it a step further and pull the band out of her hair, letting it to drop down to cover her shoulder blades.

After a few seconds, Janet reaches a hand up and feels her hair. She pouts and mutters to herself, "What the... stupid band must've snapped."

She starts feeling around on the couch for the missing band. Curious, you dangle it in front of her face, but she still doesn't see it. You then drop it in front of her, and after a few seconds the young woman's eyes focus on it, as if just noticing it.

"There you are," she says, picking it up and playing with it between her slender fingers, "Not broken though... must have put it in wrong."

It's clear now that no matter what you do, she will rationalize it to herself in one way or another. Feeling emboldened, you wait until Janet starts doing her hair up again, then start stroking your fingers along the side of her chest. After a few seconds of this, you move your hand over and gently squeeze her perky right tit. Again, no response, other than her draping her arm over the back of the sofa to avoid colliding with your body, an action she does completely naturally. Feeling mischievous, you give her nipple a sharp twist.

Unexpectedly, Janet lets out a yelp and jumps in her seat. You quickly pull back your hand in shock. Her eyes dart around the room, passing right over you, before looking down at her chest and rubbing the sore areola.

"The hell was that?" she says, breathing heavily from the lingering pain.

Interesting... apparently you could still get a reaction out of her if you stimulated her body enough, even if she doesn't see you as the cause. You feel like you could change that if you wanted, but for the moment you refrain from doing so. After all, you might be able to have fun with it.

Janet goes back to watching TV, the momentary disruption apparently already forgotten. Deciding to make sure you could still command her with the Sapphire, you focus and tell her, Lick your thumb and forefinger, then twist your right nipple until it hurts too.

Without a word, Janet brings her right hand up to her mouth and licks her fingers, then twists her nipple hard. She lets out a hiss of pain, then lets go of it and goes back to watching TV.

Happy that your commands worked more or less the way you intended, you look over the nude girl's body once more as you think about your next move.