Nothing. Of course they don't believe it.

"He did what!?" shouts Hollus, her hands balled up into fists at her side, a drop of Chardonnay riding down her jiggle tit to drip off her thick nipple onto the campus lawn.

You're about to ask the first 'would you rather not get me trouble or not believe them' type question you can possibly think of, when, watching CP Hollus finally pull her tit back inside her clothes, you realize that's exactly how you keep getting yourself into risky situations. Not this time, magic power! You decide to chill, and ride this one out; you can probably get yourself out of this easier than a backfire.

Anyway, there's no real threat from these power-tripping wannabe cops, right? Or from gossipy Chardonnay lady and her gropey boyfriend, right? Or from Naomi, or anyone.

"Yeah, I definitely did not hypnotize anyone. I did, however..." you pause only a few more moments, knowing this is about to be the ultimate test of your power, and possibly your intellect, and then you say it, loud and clear. "I did coerce them to **** you two, and if you listen, I'll tell you how I did it."

All four of them stare at you. "Would you rather..." you begin, and smile to yourself as you see the couple's eyes widen at your awesome power, even as the man scrambles to his feet to continue assaulting Hollus. "...each get naked and wait silently and calmly for the police to arrive, or rudely grope someone near you without any negative repercussions until I tell you to stop?"

The bench guy moves first. In fact, he simply continues his prior **** on the wine-soaked campus patrol chick Hollus, but this time, she just stands there and lets him. Apparently no longer bound by his prior choice, he begins to explain himself. "It's fucking magic, CP! I had to choose what I honestly wanted! I'm so, so, so sorry for this, but damn, nice bod." As he says it, he simply pulls her top and bra off over her head and tosses them on the grass. Apologizing mid-**** unsurprisingly still counts as rude.

Andeers answers next. "I see. I also chose the grope." He walks up to his patrol buddy Hollus, and says, "ah, Wendy, I'm sorry about this," as he shoves his hand down the front of her shorts.

Wendy arches her back and moans, her expression relaxed for the first time since you spotted her. Rather than push her horny assailants away, though, she simply pulls off her bandolier, and then slides down her shorts, letting the two men have their way with her, placidly.

You turn to regard the woman from the bench, but she's already on you. "Fuuuuuck dude you're a wrecking ball," she says to you, as she reaches into the back of your pants and squeezes your ass cheek as hard as she can. "Fuck you, dude, and fuck these magical questions or whatever the hell you're doing. Holy shit." Her other hand cups your junk through your pants. "You suck, and your ass could be tighter." She's not just groping you, though. She's doing it rudely, with no negative repercussions.

You're not just resigned to the fate of the cops arriving; at this point, you chose it. You're actually excited at the idea of a challenge. Your dick hardens up, while the rude woman squeezes you, until the cops come, at which point, they promptly arrest the wet, naked, and abused Wendy Hollus, for being naked in public. No longer calmly waiting naked, she shrieks at them to unhand her and arrest you instead, but they aren't listening.

The city police also of course catch the tail end of the groping performed by the other three, but since all that stopped when the cops got out of their car, and as chosen, the three gropers suffer no negative consequences of their sexual assaults.

Once they police have Hollus in the back of their cruiser, they come up to you, notepads out, but also, hands on their weapons. Hollus was pretty hysterical, reeking of wine and naked, but they still can't tell who to trust here, and unlike your surrogate grope squad, you are not immune to repercussions.

The first cop nods at you, hand on his cuffs. "Alright, buddy, tell us what happened here, and before you do, just know that if you so much as utter a single question word, we'll tackle and gag your ass faster than you can say 'Chardonnay', alright?" So they at least listened to her.

"No need for threats, people. Believe it or not, the crazy naked chick is telling the truth. I have magical powers. If you're gonna take me in, you should probably gag me."

They're confused, but they don't need to understand it to take you in. This is already too weird for them to explain, and so, with a grin, and a wave to the bench couple, you let the cops cuff you, and then gag you with Hollus' discarded tank top, the taste of cheap white wine on your tongue as they shove you into the back seat next to her.

Just thirty minutes later, you're in a cell, gagged and cuffed, unable to ask any questions of anyone, right where you wanna be, forcing yourself to learn even more about your incredible new power.