Starts exerting authority on Pyrrha.

"Is that so?" Jaune asked, picking Ruby up off of his lap, and setting her to be seated next to him. Normally, this would make her pout a bit, but seeing as Jaune was going to be claiming Pyrrha soon, she instead grinned in excitement for the fun to be had. He got up. "What kind of day?"

"...um... I think someone somehow got the idea that I was your sex **** like Ruby, and spread it around," Pyrrha replied, looking away with a faint blush. "It was... Confusing, to say the least..."

"Huh, really? That's odd. Any idea of what gave people that idea?" he inquired, curious to see if she had come up with any guesses as to why.

She immediately blushed at the idea of telling him to his face that she had been fantasizing about joining Ruby as Jaune's sex ****, and her only rationalization being that she had done so aloud without realizing where someone else could hear her. "Um... I have no idea," she answered trying to play it off.

Able to tell she had indeed had some ideas, but didn't want to tell him, or was just too embarrassed to, Jaune decided to press further. "Oh come on. Tell me," he ordered, his tone carrying authority, born of the confidence he had wished for from Ruby.

Upon hearing the order, Pyrrha's mouth moved on its own, her unable to stop it, "I was jealous of Ruby, being able to be yours without judgement, and I think I may have let my mind wander, and said something aloud where someone could hear me, without realizing." The moment she finished confessing her theory, she clamped her hands over her mouth, her face once again pulling off a damn good impersonation of her hair. Why had she said that!? And why, despite her embarrassment, was she happy she told him?

"See Master? Her profile didn't lie!" Ruby chirped. "Even if she tells herself it's shameful, she wants what I got with you, and she wants it bad. Go for it, you know she wants you to!" Ruby giggled.

"Profile?" Pyrrha blinked, removing her hands from her mouth, her confusion cutting through the embarrassment for the moment. "What are you talking about? What profile?"

Jaune smiled, steeling himself. "Pyrrha, don't move from that spot, and clasp your hands behind your back," he then ordered.

Immediately, Pyrrha's body once again moved on its own, her hands moving behind her, her right hand holding her left. She looked down at her feet, confused, but not afraid as she tried and failed to take a step. "...Jaune? What's happening?" she asked, looking at him, squirming, but unable to move... And despite clearly wanting answers, she found this situation... Hot.