Tea?

"Privyet, zasónya," were the first words Samson heard as he came to. He presumed they meant, 'what the fuck are you doing sleeping on my floor after you brainwashed me into fucking you, pervert'. Loosely translated, of course.

Except, there was no enraged girl with a baseball bat ready to kick his ass if he lifted a finger. Instead, Lilit was sitting in an armchair to the side of the bed drinking tea calmly, with a mischievous look on her face.

"Tee?" she asked, gesturing at her cup.

"Uhh... no thank you?" Samson bumbled.

He looked at the afternoon sun reflecting through the curtains behind Lilit's chair.

"What time is it?" he tried asking her.

Her expression changed to incorporate a hint of confusion. Without Gray's translating skills, there was a potentially insurmountable language barrier between them, but Samson was not going to leave the driver's seat again so soon.

Come on, shitface, let me at her. We can extract such useful information as 'what time is it' and 'where is the bathroom' while I nail her in the ass again.

Samson just looked at his watch. 4:01pm.

Jeez, only 8 fucking hours left in the day! We need to get a move on if we're going to break our record! Ask her if there are any good places to pick up chicks nearby.

Samson was not so incline to drop Lilit so fast. For one thing, her attitude and sexual stamina were fascinating, considering most of his past experiences. She seemed to be treating his arrival as a perfectly natural occurrence, instead of the supernatural origin it clearly was. Plus, she was pretty cute.

"Where... are you... going... to do.... now...?" he tried to mime, poorly by even his own estimation.

Even so, her eyes showed a bit of recognition. She pulled out her smartphone, and a moment later opened what Samson recognized as the Google Translate app. Inside he groaned and Gray whooped with laughter.

An incomprehensible smattering of sounds flowed from her mouth, and a second later the phone's robotic voice announced.

"I work as a waiter. I have to go work there in some minutes. There is a big party for me to work at."

Samson was a little disappointed, but he hadn't really expected anything lasting to come out of Gray's powers.

"Would you enjoy to come with me?" the translator finished.

Disappointment changed to pleased surprise, and soon Samson was nodding and Lilit was smiling, and nodding, and Samson was smiling, and nodding again. Even Gray was happy. Parties meant hot girls dressing up.