Sure... After you.

Your thralls message back to you that they all miss you terribly, and are already planning a surprise for you, which includes them taking turns to fuck you until your hips are dust, so that you can never leave again. You let out an amused chuckle and send back that you'd love to see them try.

During lunch, you find Dominique and ask her if she has any favorite places to go for tea.

She does, and the two of you are now unwinding there, with a warm drink in hand, watching people go by outside, through the second storey window. "You've been rather... in-and-out, the past couple of days," she remarks, studying you slightly less intensely than the first time. "What have you been doing in your spare time, without your guide?"

"Oh, you know... exploring, making friends, having a good time," you reply, using the same low and slow rhythmic tones you used on her before, projecting your strength through your eyes and into hers. "Which is not what you have been doing with Terrence, is it?"

Dominique narrows her eyes at you, but under your constant pressure, starts to blink slowly and sway slightly in her seat. "I... I..., no... he's... not..."

"Ah tut tut!" you butt in quickly, "it doesn't matter whether or what he is, or is not. What matters, is that he does not have a reason to not want to work with you again, isn't that right?" You nod slowly, and she nods along, as if tied to a line between your eyes. "Exactly. Now, have you ever taken Terrence home with you?"

She shakes her head.

"Will there be anyone at your home tonight? And tomorrow night?"

Again, she shakes her head.

"Good. I'm going to leave you now," you nod, pulling back slowly, and with the last of your hypnotic stare, go: "Thanks for inviting me over for dinner tonight, Dom! You'll have to send me your address over the phone, but I'll see you there at seven, eight? Around there?" She blinks wildly at your back as you head to the counter. "I got the bill! Don't worry about it! See you later!"