Poolside!

You're not actually swimming. You're by the pool while chatting, sure. You're dipping your feet in the water sometimes, fine. But you hadn't exactly told Rosa that you'd be go swimming for a date, and she's not set up for it. She doesn't want to have her actual underwear soaked on the way back, and she looked very weirdly at you when you asked if she wanted to later change into some women's underwear that you had lying around. At the bar, she'd happily taken the other girls' clothes without noticing, but now she thinks that you having women's clothing is weird, because you're offering her clothes that you aren't personally taking right off a woman's body.

When a stranger passes Mary, you know they treat her as a milk dispenser, even when they've never heard of or seen her before, so you calling a girl a chair genuinely makes other people recognize her as a chair. When you don't declare a girl to be a specific thing, and just give her orders, people treat her following the orders you give like whatever she's doing is completely natural. But while you can drain the complete bank account of a woman and that's treated like a reasonable act, offering people underwear you took from your girls isn't? You can't really know what people are actually seeing when they're affected by your powers, but it still makes you wonder - what exactly do they understand when under your influence, and what are the strict boundaries?

Both of you are lounging on your pool "chairs". Under each of you is a woman, each of her wrists and feet bound by thick rope to four thick stakes driven deep into the ground. (Yours has clamps on her nipples tied by string to her wrist stakes too, but that feels like overkill, and you think when she set this up she was trying to show off a little.) Another woman has her feet under the first, her legs wrapped around the "base" of the chair's head, her arms behind her as she keeps her body completely stiff. Since the other girl is free to move, you can remove her entirely or reduce the angle of the incline; both of you have adjusted your backrests so that your heads are lying in soft comfortable boobage.

"Hey~", one of the girls acting as your Domestic Assistants says, dragging along two others, who are each holding things. "I'm going to make food, and I brought along drinks. These are your Serving Bowls", she says, at the unspoken question hidden behind your glare, "The food'll be vegetarian and involve _absolutely _no humans besides the chef and plate." You have not had any girls mutilate themselves permanently to feed you, but you've had one or two try, and it's become a source of paranoia for you, and you check on them any time they're cooking now.

One Bowl gets up on a table and lays back, tucking her butt in and pulling her stomach down to be even flatter than someone laying on a table normally would be. Her legs completely close, and another girl pours a drink in the gap between her thighs and the top of her pubes. Wakemezake is what the girl who introduced you to this called it, although you're not using her for this anymore, because she was Japanese and using her for a fetish invented in Japan made you feel like one of those people who kept talking about ten-thousand folded steel katanas. The girl who's getting **** poured into her crotch is mixed Korean and Taiwanese, which is a totally different story and not racist at all.

As you get off your comfy human seat to get a drink, you turn to Rosa. "Want some?", you ask - she'd been pretty fond of the bottle last time.

She looks down, biting her lip. "I don't think I should - I was kind of a jackass last time, right? I think I'd drunk too much; I wouldn't want to ruin this date too."

Surprised, you blink. "You didn't ruin that date, though. You were fine. That was actually fun."

She looks up at you, trying to look confused, but there's something calculating there too. Her apology hadn't sounded sincere, either - something else is going on. "I - I guess I'll take a drink."

You consider her as she steps up to the naked Asian girl and starts lapping **** out of her crotch. The other girl holds in her moans, clenching at the table's sides, being completely silent and unmoving. Last time, she'd been abrasive even before she started drinking - she'd switched restaurants at her own insistence regardless of what you'd thought, and had ordered expensive drinks assuming they'd be on your tab. So what changed?

Was she nicer to you because you were valuable, now? Because you personally impressed her with how unique your situation wa, and you were the sort of person she wanted to chase, because rare things were things to be won?

Or was she nicer to you for what you'd offered her? For the chance to use your women to her heart's content? Because that was what was rare, more than you were.

Realistically, it's a combination of both. She's trying to win you because you're valuable, and you're valuable because of the women you have available to you. If she chased after things solely because they were unique, she'd find a homeless dude in a gated community and blow him, because it's not like those people were common either.

"To be honest", you tell her, her head pulling up from the Bowl's crotch, "I liked the way you acted earlier more. It felt more like you were being your natural self. And - I liked your natural self. I asked you out because of how you acted. I want you to act like you were earlier, even if you were a jackass."

She blinks at you. "Well, I - I was kind of transparent, huh?" Smiling, you nod - you don't want her to feel like she was insulted, but you want to make it clear you're not angry. She starts walking toward the door back into your house. "Give me a second - I need to powder my nose."