Take a souvenier

"Tori," you say, amplifying the cadence of your voice. "Give me your bra."

Tori shifts a bit uneasily, the glaze in her eyes lessening. "But..." she murmurs.

"Tori, you want to be my friend, right?" you ask sweetly.

"Yes, but..."

"Well, friends give each other gifts, don't they?"

Tori's eyes glazed over again as she processed the words that were being told to her with your melodic voice. "I guess so," she nods.

"Then think of the bra as a gift. Your gift to me, as a symbol of our friendship."

"Gift..." Tori smiles dreamily. "Okay."

Thankfully, the hallway was a bit vacant as Tori, with practiced ease, reaches under her shirt, unhooks her bra, and slides it out through her sleeve, handing it to you.

"Here," she says. "Gift. For our friendship."

You carefully fold the black lace bra and pocket it. "Good girl. Now, it's time for class. You'll forget you gave me your bra. In fact, you'll hate wearing bras. You think they're too restrictive. Got it?"

Tori nods.

"Wake up, feeling energized."

Tori blinks rapidly, as though waking from a dream. "What was I saying?"

You smirk conspiratorally. "I believe you were wanting to give me a tour later?"

As per your programming, Tori seems totally at ease with each word you speak. "Right. The grand tour. Lunch time?"

"See you then," you promise.

She turns on her heels and gives you a little wave over her shoulder, which you return. The weight of her bra in your pocket symbolizes the control you have over her, even if she doesn't know it yet.