Super well. Not at all badly, or confusedly.

Asa’s relieved laughter echoed in my ears, while Diamond said What the fuck? Fortunately, I had the bone conduction headphones on, so I could hear everything on the call and the real world, in a manner which was only confusing, not impossible.

Romy stared at me in total confusion, then managed to recover and answer the question I had asked. “It’s me, Romy, Diamond’s daughter?” she explained. “I was waiting for you to get home. We need to talk.”

Usually, I would have said no, as I wasn’t a fucking idiot, but between the app and Diamond saying_ Find out what is going on, _I simply frowned.

“Okay, why are you waiting around the corner, spying on my door, not just waiting by the door itself? For that matter, why not just give me a call, or send me an email. Your mom has my contact info.”

“She doesn’t know I’m here, this is private.” _Private? With my Eli? What the hell? _Diamond was not making this super easy.

I raised an eyebrow. Okay, both went up, I’m not fucking Mr. Spock. “Hmm…well then, I guess you can come in if you want.” I barely managed to turn it from an order into an offer, as ever since I’d got the app, I’d been going the other way, but I didn’t want to mess things up by making it look like I was going after her daughter.

I walked past her, willing to give her my back, given she was a cheerleader and Diamond’s daughter, not some spy for Jinx, or one of the Batfamily. The locks took me a minute to get through. “How’s your mom doing?”

“She’s fine, working like always.” Who keeps a roof over your head?

“Glad to hear it. And your dad?”

“Busy with work and that influencer bitch he’s been seeing.” Hey! Diamond’s actually using him more than me, these days!

“Hmm…” I hummed rather than saying anything and guided her inside. She took off her coat as I closed the door and turned around to find her posing, the light from my windows streaming through her dress, a dress that was entirely inappropriate for a man meeting with her mother’s…boyfriend, even before it became somewhat see-through in the afternoon light.

“Like what you see?” she asked, in a manner which under other circumstances would have meant that I would kick her out immediately, but with her mom on the phone and the app in my head, I was far less concerned.

What the fuck is she wearing? “It’s a nice dress. Not sure it’s appropriate for this, but I don’t know where you’re going next, or why you’re here.”

“I’m here, because I know what you’re doing.” Shit, is she in someone else’s--can’t be, you targeted her--wait, how the fuck did she wrong you, or us? It was Asa this time. _Don’t panic. _Diamond added.

“If that’s true, you know your mother had me sign an NDA, so I can’t discuss it,” I said, grabbing a soda out of the fridge, offering her one, but she waved it off. This clearly wasn’t going how she expected.

“Bullshit!”

“No, she really had me sign an NDA.”_ Really? _Asa was amused. _Andre didn’t make you sign one? _Diamond was annoyed. _Nope. _Still amused. Fucker is getting it rough tonight. More annoyed.

“That’s not the bullshit. You are! Ever since you started coming around mom’s been different. So has dad. And now Aunt Jasmine is being weird too! You’re doing something to them. To all of them!”

I stared at her. She was a smart girl. Could I gaslight my way out of this? Or could her mother talk her down? _Why is she there in a slutty dress, if she believes that? _Diamond asked. Check her prior checkpoint. Asa said.

I blinked and flicked it up, +25 SP: Mind Control Fetish: Fantasizes about being a mind controlled fuckdoll and making others into such.

Jesus. Diamond said.

“What exactly are you getting at?” I asked them both.

“I don’t know how you’re doing it, but you’re doing it!”

”Doing what? Changing them? How? Diamond hasn’t changed. I can’t claim to know Andre well, but the only change I’ve seen is he’s less of a dick to me after I saved your mother’s life.”

“Please. Mom’s acting like a love-sick slut, always talking about you and thinking about you and the clothes she’s been ordering…and dad, I thought it was that influencer, but he was fine until he started talking about you too! It’s like the only thing they talk about to each other anymore. When is Eli coming over? When are they going to see Eli next? What’s Eli doing?” We are not that fucking bad. It’s just that the only thing we had in common before was the kids, so she’s seeing a big change in focus.

“Okay. So, your parents have new couple friends and are talking a lot about me and Asa and you’ve decided that’s sinister and so are confronting me at home, after a long day of work.” _In a pretty dress…I think our girl wants a bit of what mommy is getting. _Asa said.

“It’s not about Asa and you. It’s all about you.”

“Really? Because I think it’s about you.”

“What?!? How?”

“You come to my house, dressed like that and accuse me of…what? Fucking your mom so good it turned your dad into a cuck? That’s crazy.” Her eyes flickered to the purse she’d put down, her smile turning slightly more genuine, and more condescending.

“What’s wrong with how I’m dressed? Is it getting you hard?”

I got up slowly and walked towards her. She shrank back, “What are you do--” she squealed as I reached out and grabbed her purse, pulling out the recording device. A digital recorder, but not one with a wireless connection. Pretty old.

“So, what was the plan? Record us talking, then when I don’t confess to something evil try to splice it all together to something you can use to **** me, or your parents?”

“I-I-I-”

“Or bait me into sex, then claim it was ****?”

“I-I-I-” _What the fuck was her plan? I need to know! _Diamond snapped.

“Romy,” I met her gaze evenly as I held the recorder up between us. “Stop stuttering and tell me what your plan was.”