Hire escorts

"I think I'll go for the escorts," you say. "Something about the idea of professionals whose whole job is providing sexual pleasure turns me on."

"Finally things get interesting!" Grace exclaims. "But how are we gonna finance this sextravaganza, if you don't want to brainwash the girls into giving you a discount? What are the logistics gonna be?"

You both sit on a park bench somewhere and brainstorm ideas. Finally, you figure out how to best use your powers to make this scenario happen.

You'll want your parents gone from the house for the next few days. You wish really hard for a lottery winner to transfer all of their earnings to your parents. Your mom has a pet shelter, so that could be the pretext why that person decided to give away everything. You reason that someone who won the lottery didn't really do much to deserve it, so you're not really taking anything away from them.

Your dad was on the brink of burn-out anyway, so it won't take much nudging to convince them to take up a vacation and book a last minute trip to the Bahamas to relive their honeymoon, while the pet shelter's employees cover for your mom's absence.

The next part is ingenious and it's Grace's idea. As you scroll on your smartphone, you find an article about a controversial Qatari oil tycoon, known for his hedonistic lifestyle, who is planning to buy a football club. You think really hard about this man and you wish for him to drop his current ambition and invest the money into something more... productive. At least, for you.

See, you give him a fetish that consists in paying escorts to pleasure some random dude somewhere. That random dude being you.

You reason that money was going to paying overpriced soccer stars' salaries if you hadn't intervened, so no real loss for the world there either.

After calling one of his companies and using your powers to convince the grunts to pass someone higher up in the hierarchy, you end up with none other than the man himself.

"Am I speaking to the head honcho?" you ask.

"Yes," he answers. "Who is this? This is highly unusual" He seems slightly irritated and angry.

"I have a proposal for you. Drop all of your soccer-related investments immediately. Football is not the future."

"WHAT?" he says angrily, but then he starts stammering. "You - you - Oh yeah... you're right, I suppose... just another vanity project..." He sighs. "I don't even like football that much. What I wanted was the prestige, having my name on a stadium, having people know I am financing their entertainment."

"Well, how about helping your fellow man in a different way?" you say. A pause and then he says: "Sure, I'm listening. You sure have balls calling me like this. Big balls. I can respect this."

"OK," you say, incredulous at the ease with which you're molding his mind. "You know all those Instagram models that you invite to your mansion and such? I want some of that action myself, and I want YOU to foot the bill."

He sputters angrily again. "Preposterous! Y-you are crazy! You are insane and insolent! But... you're right. I've led a sinful life. All of this meaningless sex, all of these women... if I do not change my ways, I will be judged in the next life."

He pauses. You wonder if he's going to take it back.

"Hey brother," he continues, "would you be interested if I put you in touch with my personal assistant, Daniela? She takes care of the private adult entertainment at my various mansions. She knows the best talents in every continent - by far the best and most well-connected person in her line of work. Since you have convinced me to renounce my sinful ways, I won't be needing her services anymore."

You almost can't believe it. "But... you're still gonna keep paying her, right? And the er... entertainers?"

"Of course, of course" he exclaims. "Brother, I am done with fucking beautiful women. Through with it! I want to experience what it is like to be an average loser and only experience these things vicariously through someone else. Learn some humility. If you want, I will instruct Daniela to transfer her services to you and cater to your desires from now on. She is not the kind to ask too many questions. All I need is your contact details."

You proceed to give him your contact details.

"Thank you, brother. You have given me an epiphany!" the tycoon tells you. Grace, who was listening to the phone conversations, squeals and high-fives you.

"Well, it took a while for him to get used to the idea," she says, "but now you've got that sucka hook, line and sinker!"

All you've gotta do now is wait for this mythical Daniela to call you.