He likes it, with a little help of the Remote

Then Lisa found a strange new button: a brain icon.

Click.

Ben blinked slowly. “Mmm… what…?”

“Tell me how you feel,” Lisa purred.

Ben hesitated. Then: “I feel… okay. Calm. Like… maybe this is nice.”

Click.

A soft sound escaped his lips. “I like when you touch me.”

Click.

“I want you to touch me again, Miss.”

Lisa gasped—delighted. “Oh, Miss, now?”

Ben flushed. “Sorry… I don’t know why I said that. It just felt… right.”

Click.

His posture softened. His eyes grew wide, innocent. “Can I serve you, Miss?”

Lisa licked her lips, fire dancing in her eyes. “You’re mine now, sweetheart.