The whole food court

Looking around the food court, you spent a minute wondering who you'd talk to next, but the crowd is getting pretty thick by this point as it hits the peak of lunchtime. That's just starting to annoy you when you realize you don't really need to pick, and your grin settles back into place. You step up on to your chair and cup your hands around your mouth to yell out to the area.

"Hey, all Asian women! Follow me and don't complain about it!"

Quite a few of the crowd turn to look at you with annoyed looks, surprising you a bit. But then, just because you had crazy magic authority over Asian ladies didn't mean you're exempt from every normal bit of society, and you did just yell out for no particular reason in a crowd. You get back down, a little embarrassed to have forgotten yourself that much. You'd have to be careful not to get too caught up in the power trip of it all before you got yourself into trouble with someone you couldn't just tell what to do.

Still, it looks like it had worked. As you head out of the food court, you notice ten or so women following you out. Getting to the first hallway of the mall proper, you turn around to inspect your catch.

"Hello, ladies," you say to all of them in a matter-of-fact tone. "Line up side by side, please, I just need a minute to take a look at you before we get started."

There's a bit of muttering and a few of them start to ask questions, but they all line up as you asked. You hold up a hand and continue, "No talking for now. Don't feel like it yet."

Several of them look irritated with this, but they can't really do anything about it. You snicker to yourself and walk down the line, checking them each out. There's a decent little crowd of them; hard to say if that was all the Asian ladies in the food court or just the ones that had heard you, but should be more than enough to play with for the moment. Actually, it's probably too many - you point to a few older women and tell them they can go and speak again. You debate for a moment, then point to another few girls who just aren't that attractive and tell them the same. That one makes you feel a little shallow for some reason, but you shake it off - you're already commandeering these girl's lives for your own satisfaction, if you start worrying about the morals of it all you're going to go and waste this entire fantasy gift.

As the rejects leave, you gesture to the rest to follow you again. You point to one of them at random. "Hey. Come up and walk next to me. What's your name?"

"Rachel," she says, a little nervously. "Is this going to take long? I've got to be at work in about an hour."

You shrug. "Hadn't really thought it out yet." Actually, that was a good point - You really hadn't thought about what you were going to do with all of them yet.