Make her work for it

You're tempted for a moment to whisk Gal Gadot away to your hotel room, seeing how nice and pretty she looks. She even forces herself to smile and bat her eyelashes at you, and you know she must be **** to escape becoming the object of desire of a club full of random men, many of whom are drunk by now. However, you also remember the few times you've enjoyed her company.

"To be honest... every time I've been with you, while your body is amazing, your attitude is not very pleasing..." you say. You see the brief flash of horror in Gal's eyes, and she pulls herself even closer into your arms. Her face is inches away from yours.

"That's... I'm sorry about that. I'll be good. I'll... what's that term escorts use? The girlfriend experience. I'll give you the girlfriend experience. Please!" Gal ends her plea with a peck on your lips. Any doubt has vanished from her eyes and for a second you actually believe that she's genuinely into you. She thrusts her chest forward, pressing her bosom against your torso, and you feel yourself starting to crumble. You thought your cock might have been all tired out after a vigorous night of activity and needed some reprieve, but Gal turning on her charm is like viagra and you're starting to get hard again. She knows that of course as she grabs your cock, just holding it in her cold hand.

"What do you say? Do you want to fuck me senseless? You wanna hear me beg for it all night long? Huh?" Gal licks her lips and you gulp. If the lighting was better, she would be able to see you blushing right then. You're about to agree and take her away, when you see the mass of bodies behind her, some people dancing, some engaged in various stages of intercourse, and you have an idea.

"It's not going to be so easy," you say and Gal looks confused. "I like what I'm hearing, but I want you to prove your willingness to please me."

Gal blinks, then she starts to get to her knees. You have to grab her arm and stop her, further befuddling her. "Not that. Not yet," you say.

"Then what? Anything, just not another guy. I only want this cock tonight," Gal says as she gives your cock a good tug.

"Don't worry," you tip her chin up with your finger. "It's the only one you'll have, if you're good. No, I'm going to go back to the hotel right now. I want you to show up at my room in an hour, and I want you to show up with a friend."

"A friend?"

"Yup. Anyone, but they must be famous, and hot. And I don't want someone like that," you point at Brie Larson being double-teamed by the bar, "who's been used today."

"But everyone here is... where am I going to find someone?" Gal starts to panic.

"I'm sure you'll come up with something. You know I can find you easily, so you'd better play along, okay?" Using your mind control ring, you make an announcement inside the club, stating that Gal is off-limits to all men, before you give her directions to your hotel room, then peck her gently on the lips before teleporting away, making a quick stop by a pharmacy to pick up some blue pills in anticipation of the long night you're about to have.