A gay bar

You and the other nurses (other? Losing yourself in the role, a bit) walk into the bar. As you walk in you see a dance floor takes up a good chunk of the floor space. A DJ is spinning techno, and bumping grinding figures fill the floor space. Crowded as the floor is, there are some empty tables -- looks like this place caters to an active crowd.

"Sure are a lot of fine men here tonight," Denise says approvingly.

"Fine buff men with tight abs," adds Moira.

"Fine buff men with tight abs in... leather..." says Rebecca uncertainly.

"...dancing with other fine buff men," finishes Carolyn. "Moira, you took us to a gay bar."

"How was I supposed to know?" Moira demands. "The place is brand new, and it's not like I have much of a chance to check things out with the hours they give us."

Denise shrugs. "Hey, a bar's a bar. Our money's just as good here as anywhere else, and I don't mind not getting hit on for one night."

"I dunno," says Rebecca. "I'm not sure we're welcome here. Maybe we should go."

"Place making you feel like a wallflower?" you ask, looking into Rebecca's eyes. "I'll dance with you if that'll make you feel better." You keep your tone light and bantering, but your power gives the last phrase the **** of a command. Now that dancing with girls makes Rebecca feel better that's one more chip at the foundations of her prudishness. You could just order the girls to fuck you, but it's so much more interesting to subtly alter their attitudes and see how much you need to push before they proposition you. Judging by the way Carolyn's looking at you, she doesn't need much of a push at all. Maybe just a hint to be a bit more sexually aggressive...