No

"Can you understand me?" Esme's voice echoes in your head, her lips not moving.

"Of course. Can you understand me now?" You think and she gasps audibly. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Y-yes. I'm sorry. I knew you were smarter than a typical minotaur, but I wasn't expecting your mind to be so...coherent. What ARE you."

Deciding to lean in to your newfound position you puff out your chest and think "I am the dark champion of Melanoche and Carnachias! I have been sent to this world to slaughter and ravage." Then for dramatic effect you lean forward and easily rip her leather armor open, exposing her large pale breasts. "But most importantly, I'm your master."

Esme stares up at you in awe and terror then falls to her hands and knees, bowing down to you. "Of course master. I live to serve you."

"Good girl." You think, petting her long soft hair. "If you serve me well I'll continue to be gentle while I'm fucking you. Betray me and I'll kill you. Understood?"

"Of course." She hastily accepts.

"Great. Then I have a job for you." You instruct. "I need to get stronger. And to accomplish that I need more adventurers to kill. Preferably ones that will put up a bit more of a fight, I want to test the limits of this new body."

Esme gulps, clearly unhappy with the assignment but she nods along. "Yes master."

"Oh, one more thing, at least half of them need to be attractive women." You add.

"It will be done." She responds. "It will take me a few days to make it to the city and back though. There aren't any real adventurers in the village outside. "

"Fine...wait, did you say there's a village outside?" You ask.

"Yes. I assumed you knew. It's only few miles North of this dungeon. The village hired us to explore the dungeon and figure out why it appeared." She informs you.

"Interesting. Go. But avoid that village." You command and Esme runs away, trying to cover herself with the tattered remains of her armor.