Almost ready to call it a night

You're almost ready to call it a night. You've already had more sex tonight than you'd expected. Honestly, you thought you were just going to go to the movie premiere, then take Kendall Jenner or Gal Gadot or both, back to your hotel suite and fuck them.

You walk around, appreciating the scene in the night club as many people continue fucking, although some are already leaving after fulfilling your instructions of having sex with a stranger. You're just about to leave everyone to their own and teleport back to your suite for a good night's rest, when you hear the voice of a woman protesting and arguing. You recognize the voice. It's your co-star Gal Gadot, and she's standing by the DJ's corner while swatting away the paws of several men trying to grope her.

You make your way over and Gal sees you and waves. "Hey! Help! What has gotten into these people?" she exclaims at you. She's changed into a loose tank top and tight jeans, and it looks like she must have arrived to the party late, long after you had used your mind control on everybody in the club, so she's unaware of what's going on or why the men feel compelled to have sex with her, not that they wouldn't have a reason before.

Gal shakes loose of the about 6-7 men around her and makes her way over to you, lunging into your arms. "Why are you naked? Why are so many people just having sex so brazenly? Is this an orgy?"

"Yes. What's wrong? You fucked everyone on the movie crew. Don't be a prude, you're getting a divorce soon too, so why not have some fun?" you laugh, wrapping your arms around Gal's waist.

"You made me do that! I thought that was over once the movie was done. Please, get me out of here. I'll go back with you," Gal begs you.