Yes...but with some help.

Pulling your head and hands away, you give Anna a quick breather, but psychically nod to Selas. She nods back and waves her hands around Anna's head. A faint shimmer appears and Anna breathes it in as she pants. "Minute and a half left. Better make it count," you say, tucking your phone away. Anna beams smugly, confident that she's in the clear.

Her smile disappears in a loud gasp as her whole body shivers when you put one finger on her thigh, fire racing through every muscle. Without hesitating, you plant your face in between her legs and feverishly start licking at her lower lips and rubbing her ass and legs. Unable to resist anymore, Anna pants and moans against the wall, shaking wildly as lights start to dance before her eyes, her glasses dangling off one ear. Replacing your tongue with your thumb, you rub her clit gently, but she jumps like she was just shot. Fishing your phone out, you start counting down the seconds out loud. "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, -"

"Shit!!!" Anna whines, as her body convulses wildly against her wishes. "No, no, no. I'm cumming, I'm cumming. No, I don't want to cum now, no..." Her legs lose their strength and she falls onto her knees, forehead resting on the wall, breath heaving.

"- 2, 1. Looks like I win," you smirk as your phone chirps out the alarm, her sexual release filling you with power once again. With whatever strength she has left, she raises her middle finger to you. "Oh, you will. But first..." digging through her purse, you pull out her phone, snap a couple of pictures of her like this and send them to yourself. You do this for two reasons: one, to make it look like it was her idea, and two, so that she has your number to tell you when her husband is out of town. Satisfied with the physical manipulation, you move on to the emotional.

Fixing her outfit and glasses, you roll her over and cradle her in your lap, letting her recover from her ordeal. Keeping a soft look on your face, you respectfully fix her hair, make up and brush away any sticks or dirt that might be on her legs. Speaking in slow, gentle, hypnotic tones, you tell her that since she lost the bet, she's your toy now, and that you take very good care of your toys. She doesn't reply, but just frowns at you, while you stroke her hair and wipe away her sweat.

Once she's ready, you help her up and pat her down, brushing away debris, before sending her back to the reception. She steps away from you, but you grab her arm and plant your lips against hers, reminding her that she is yours to play with. She doesn't kiss back, but she doesn't exactly put effort into fighting you. With a gentle squeeze of her ass, you send her away with her instructions, and tell her you'll be expecting her call soon. When she's out of earshot, your face turns to stone and you say very sternly: "Selas, we need to talk."