Dr. Grigori considers his options.

Looking at the display of pressed-together flesh and sweaty bodies, Dr. Grigori knew that he had finally made it. These fine young ladies would only emerge from their trance if he wished them to, and even then, they would be almost as susceptible to his suggestions even after they returned to being their 'normal' selves.

Charlotte and Emma, making busy. Mariah three-knuckle-deep inside the assholes of two of her best friends. This was Dr. Grigori's masterpiece, but he certainly didn't intend on letting it play out without any... direct intervention by his own self. He knew that he just had to have a taste, to indulge a little, in the pleasures of the flesh that he had prepared.

But there were so many options. Picking just one thing to do with so many lovely young women around and so many perverse, corrupt ideas dancing in his own hand was practically impossible.