Service......with a smile.

"Starting.....," you stretch the word with a little showmanship, smiling playfully and twirling your right index finger at Saori while placing your mobile on the table.

"NOW!" You announce, pressing your index finger with a little flourish on your phone to begin the timer countdown.

You watch Saori nibble worriedly on her plump bottom lip as pretty brown eyes rapidly scan about the restaurant for the suddenly required uniform. You smile wickedly, knowing that her racing mind would also be taking a mental inventory of the situation behind those wide, expressive eyes. Her wild eyes dart left and right, lovely lashes twitching in desperation until they suddenly narrow and focus on you.

"45 seconds....," you announce, although admittedly taken off guard by her sudden visible shift in demeanor.

A sultry smile splits her luscious lips in response as she drags pink tongue across perfect white teeth. Leaning back, she laces delicate fingers before resting them demurely upon her skirted lap and fixing you with a smoldering smile.

Do you have ANY IDEA......," she asks with arched eyebrows, taking a moment to slowly cross her nylon clad legs beneath her tasteful length pinstriped suit skirt. She releases delicate fingers to unnecessarily smooth the form fitting material at her lap before pressing hands palms down upon firm thighs. She slowly draws nimble fingers down to skirt hem in an overtly sensual display, obviously serving more to draw your attention to well turned legs than any practical purpose. ".......How long it takes to PROPERLY dress a yukata?" she continues while again crossing sleek legs; the lovely 'swish' of shimmering nylon and Saori's unwavering confidence sending a bolt of pleasure straight to your stiffening cock.

"And don't even get me STARTED on a kimono....," she continues while raising red lacquered nails to rest below the cultured pearl necklace adorning her lovely throat. "Why, I'll probably need AT LEAST half the restaurant staff to help prepare....." you watch with rapt attention as her hands slowly descend to the collar of cream silk blouse to flirt with the top most pearl button. "So I ask you this, Mr. Doe," her deft fingers work their skillful descent, exposing smooth chest flesh from beneath unfasten blouse in their wake.

"Are you a PATIENT man....?" She concludes, setting her posture erect to emphasize her surprisingly ample chest teasingly concealed beneath white satin bra. Her slender fingers again fold and rest primly upon tight skirted lap as she looks at you expectantly beneath well plucked brows.

"Damn...." you muse internally, again feeling a twinge of pleasure pulse in your loins. You had learned through your experimentations with Mina that women could interpret your instructions in various ways depending on personality traits. So in a sense, you had determined that the same command issued to different women would have varying results; but you DID NOT expect this. While it was obvious on first sight that Saori was a willful and confident woman; evident through intelligent eyes, immaculate fashion sense, and restaurant managerial position, but she was actually USING these skills as an attempt at negotiation!

You could not help but be impressed as she sits across from you; seemingly analyzing you with beautiful mocha eyes biding time as she continues to dissect the situation. You loose an appreciative smirk, deciding that Saori should be rewarded for assisting you in further understanding the limitations of your influence in this custom tailored reality.

And be appropriately punished for her insubordination.

"I see...." you lean forward, drumming your fingers on the banquette table separating you as if in contemplation. "I'd like you to listen closely...." A subtly arched sculpted brow is Saori's only response. "Close your eyes and imagine, think back...." you speak softly to her. Her twitching eyes veiled beneath closed eyelids lets you know your words are working Charles' magic. "to your first love...." Saori's twitching eyes suddenly relax as a pleasant blush blooms on her sculpted cheeks. You notice her confident posture relax somewhat, replaced by a nervousness more becoming that of a girl not yet confident in her body rather than the sophisticated woman before you. ".....how old are you?" You ask, leaning back in the plush booth seat.

"Eighteen...." Saori responds in a sweet pitched alto not her own. You assume your instructions have caused her to mentally regress to that actual point in time of her life. The lovely pink tint of blush continues to slowly spread from heated cheeks to tops of creamy white tit flesh. She squirms slightly in her seat and giggles girlishly as her mind replays the romantic event. Your cock stiffens as you watch the once poised Asian beauty reduced to a crush-starved school girl.

"Now, I want you to gather that feeling......" you continue, enjoying Saori's further mental regression. "......the unbridled joy, the insecurity, the unquestioning love......" a smile of pure adoration melts on her succulent lips as her closed eyes plead for your hacked vision. "Focus those feelings......." you notice her tastefully made up eyes clench tight as a low whimper escapes through slightly parted lips. "Now, OPEN your eyes and direct those feelings onto me" You conclude, unintentionally raising your voice to draw some attention from the restaurant diners.

Saori's long lashes slowly bat as her eyes draw open. Although you notice her posture appears somewhat similar to before your experiment, you notice her legs are now demurely closed and locked at the knees with four inch heels planted firmly on the wood floor. Her straight backed pose now appears more to disguise nervousness than projecting confidence. You notice her now softened eyes wander cautiously about the restaurant, searching for orientation in this suddenly unfamiliar environment.

Until they settle on you.

A low moan seeps from her lips as lust filled eyes roam over your body. There appears to be an internal struggle raging behind each lovely brown eye as the mature, self-assured Saori fights for superiority against the love-sick teenager. You rest steepled fingers on the table surface, curious as to which Saori will emerge victorious.

Saori suddenly relaxes, never taking hungry eyes from your own as she reaches slender fingers across the table to pause the timer on your phone at 5 seconds.

"Please wait here for my return....." she squeaks in the girlish voice spoken while in trance. Stripping her eyes from you with visible effort, she quickly stands while running shaky hands to smooth her skirt. "Ummm......." eyes still downcast, her porcelain skin turns crimson as nervous fingers fidget with the hem of expensive business skirt.

"I shall return shortly...." she bows gracefully, allowing you a quick glimpse of wonderful cleavage nestled within white satin bra cups. You're beginning to understand that Saori must have been raised in a very traditional Japanese family and must have rebelled against the strict formality in her late teens or early adulthood. But the now mentally eighteen year old Saori was still very much steeped in this tradition.

"Go shujin sama" she responds formally, bowing once more before turning to take mincing steps back towards the depths of the restaurant.

"Just a moment, my dear..." you call to her, reaching out to grab her wrist in your own and stop her escape. "You are also EXTREMELY jealous of Miranda and believe she is trying to steal me from you." You smile as you see Saori visibly flinch before she focuses narrow eyes on the blonde bitch's hostess podium.

"But it's ok....." you state reassuringly. Saori's ire relaxes at your words, gracing you again with a warm, bashful smile. "Because we're going to teach her a lesson." Saori's welcoming smile turns mischievous at your comment, her adolescent re-wired mind already plotting Miranda's demise.

"Before you begin dressing, send Miranda back to me." Saori's lips split to a wicked toothy grin in anticipation of humiliating the hostess-bitch. "She is to provide our service for the evening" you conclude to a poorly stiffled squeal of approval from your soon to be Geisha.

"As you wish go shujin sama" Saori respectfully responds with another slight bow before navigating towards the unsuspecting blonde with prim calculated steps in her clicking heels. You pause to appreciate Saori's delectable retreating arse as she minces towards Miranda, passing a rather interesting scene at one of the occupied tables in her wake.

You smile excitedly as your attention focuses on a flaxen haired MILF dining with several associates at a large table. Judging by their professional dress, you assume this to be one of those 'deal making' business lunches you've heard your parents speak about. You grab the complementary water from the table and take a satisfying sip as you watch the dirty-blonde executive excuses herself. She then unceremoniously hikes up her beige knee length skirt to expose pantiless bush to the entire restaurant. You notice the small whisp of burgundy silk of her former panties is now serving as an accent pocket square in her matching beige suit blazer.

Still engaged in conversation with her peers about the table, she plants right, then left modest beige closed toe business heel on her chair to raise herself to standing on the plush surface. She laughs casually at a witty joke made be the man to her right before stepping both feet on the table and hovering her glistening puss above the extravagent Wagyu steak meal below. Head nodding along with the conversation, she maneuvers the thumb and index finger of left hand to part the slick folds veiling her womanhood and proceeds to plunge the index and forefinger of right hand into the depths of her pussy. Thrusting fingers now buried to the knuckles, the business woman's love juices begin to run free, raining down to 'flavor' the meal below.

You notice the woman to the blonde jiller's left casually lean over and whisper in her ear. The woman suddenly shrieks, bringing all noise in the restaurant to a screeching halt as all attention suddenly trains on her. After a brief pause, everyone returns to their business as the red faced woman carefully extracts herself from the table top, corrects her skirt, and reseats herself. Still blushing furiously, she shields her face with her hands before carefully slicing a portion of steak from the plate before her. She deposits the personally seasoned meat in her mouth, licking her lips to enjoy the decadent flavor.

You notice the panties are left still serving as a fashion accessory on her suit blazer.

"To Charles!" You announce, drawing some odd glances from the patrons around you. You take a deep sip of the cool beverage and place it back on the table.

"What do YOU want?!?!" You hear a familiar voice beside you, interrupting your toast. "Miss Tanaka DEMANDED that I come talk to you...." the voice continues, arms folded protectively beneath substantial chest concealed beneath tasteful white tie neck blouse. "She seems to be acting rather odd today...." the woman continues to muse to herself, ignoring your appraising eyes roaming over her womanly curves.

"Ah, Miranda" you greet with an oily smile. She growls in your direction visibly baring brilliant white teeth in a threatening scowl. "I think you'll be our server for this even...."

"Like, the FUCK'N hell I will" Miranda responds through clenched teeth in an obvious attempt to conceal her voice. "Not even Miss Tanaka can **** this on me" she abruptly turns from you, red faced and fuming. You could swear there was foam coming from her mouth. "I'll fucking QUIT FIRST" she seethes, taking a step back towards the managers office where Saori had disappeared.

"Miranda, STOP!" you call to her back. She immediately stops, frozen in mid stride.

"The hell?" You wonder aloud, curious as to Miranda's unexpected obedience. "Wait a minute, you muse, the gears slowly churning in your mind as a smirk of realization spits your lips.

"Miranda, come back here" you demand to the seemingly frozen blonde. Miranda immediately relaxes, taking a deep breath of frustration before stomping in her designer heels back to your table.

"What's your last name?" You ask the lovely blond, slightly shaking with fists clenched in rage.

"FUCK YOU" she hisses, still keeping her voice low to avoid an unpleasant scene.

You sigh in frustration, knowing there's still a learning curve in truly understanding your powers. "Miranda, TELL ME your full name" you try again, re-phrasing your words as a command.

Miranda's face turns a darker shade of red as she attempts to resist the compulsion to answer your question. Her pretty features continue to distort until her mouth betrays her will.

"Miranda...." she spits, grinding her teeth. ".....Yamamoto" she finishes, glaring daggers.

"I'm HALF Japanese"

"Excellent..." you grin, wringing your hands as a noticeable bulge tents your pants.

"Excellent indeed...."