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The last few days had been hectic. First you had to stamp out any remining loyalty to Faust then had to convince them of your vision. Made worse that you couldn't simply break their mind, temporary influence also had its flaws, leaving them addled and having questionable loyalty. A majority had signed on, so far keeping the rest in check through peer pressure. Precarious, but manageable especially as you **** them to be the live test subjects. Motivated them wonderfully.

At home, Renna had locked herself in her room and only came out for dinner. Not quite willing to surrender just yet, but after the first few punishment sessions had stopped calling you 'mom'. Though everything had taken its toll on her and she looked awful. Hair in dry tangles with split ends. Skin blotchy and leathery. And growing worse each day she didn't use EvilGlam to rejuvenate herself.

It had been a fascinating study; to see firsthand the effects of withdrawal. It corroded your lifeforce while replacing it with its own. The same would happen to you, to Liza sitting across the table sipping at her coffee and any woman who used the beauty products your lab at the company developed should any of you ever stop using EvilGlam. Even if you didn't, your souls would eventually die from slowly being poisoned, leaving something else, something new behind.

Calling over the waitress, placing your own cup away as you did so. You had promised Liza to not use your powers during the outing, but the way she tried to avoid looking at you and fumbling with her words as she gave you the total for the dinner all the while blushing furiously tried your patience. With a twirl you fished out a tube of lipstick, wrapping one of your business card around it and sneaked it into one of the front pockets of her skin-tight jeans as the other handed her your credit card. Hopefully she knew what to do with it once she was done for the day. Although with the way she stumbled toward the counter, her mind elsewhere, you considered it a distinct possibility she might miss it completely.

From across the table smirked your secretary, grabbing your attention by gliding her high-heeled foot over your leg under the table. Straying dangerously close to your sex. Fucking tease. Not minding at all you were picking up other pretty young women and intending to cheat on your first date, instead the dyke was turned on.

"So coming home with you tonight. Wouldn't miss having a chance eating out that blonde minx for the world. How lon- Look she's going into the bathroom. Let's leave and give her some more incentive to call."

"Don't tell me what do, but fuck. She'll be happy to have chance to pretend to be a good little girl and it'll be fun to make her admit all she is is a dirty little slut. Fine, but I'll be out a card, so you're paying for anything else we pick up." Leaving the restaurant with ungodly amount of bags the pair of you had accumulated in just this mall and made your way to your next destination.

Spending the day shopping for clothes to expand your limited wardrobe - your old granny clothes would be torched once you got home - and visiting beauty salons for inspiration had been her idea. Becoming something more on the way. Even if she was decades your junior, you no longer noticed. And you couldn't argue with the results:

Even managing a few piercings, the snakebites the only visible ones. With the sheer variety, EvilGlam would have a lot of catching up to do before releasing a full range. The work ahead excited you, feeling refreshed by your day off and full of energy.

Model: Darya Goncharova