The Mesmerist Attacks a TV Presenter

“Hello and welcome to The Truth Zone with Rebecca Zhang. Live from…”The lights were on, and cameras focused on Rebecca’s lovely round face. Her lips were bright red, her green eyes sharp. The program’s jingle rang across the speakers, and the reporter could feel something else taking control of her brain.

“Tonight, is Rebecca Zhang a pervert?” she asked, her expression unflinching. The producer and cameramen looked at each other in confusion. That was not in the teleprompter. “We’ll have to look at the evidence. Would a pervert do this?”

Rebecca professionally unbuttoned each button on her beige shirt. When she was done, she tossed it aside. Her eyes always maintained contact with the camera, her expression unchanging. The cameraman struggled to reciprocate, his attention more focused on the large breasts resting above the table and the little strawberry nipples pointing back at him.

“As you can see, I’m not wearing a bra tonight. Furthermore, my breasts are quite big. As my dates can corroborate, you can fit your whole face between them. But what do you think? Are they nice? Let’s ask the audience.”

“Err, Rebecca, what are you doing?” the director asked on her earpiece, but she ignored him. Rebecca professionally looked forward, hands folded on the table, breasts hanging free on her chest.

The producer shrugged and signaled his team to run the survey online. The results were promptly displayed on the screen. “69% percent of people agree that my breasts are, indeed, quite nice. 30% lied and said that they’ve seen better. Moving on, is my ass as nice as my chest? Let’s find out.”

Rebecca crouched under the desk to peel off her pencil skirt and pink panties down her porcelain legs. She stood backward, mooning her cresting buttocks towards the camera.

“Please, vote on the poll now.”

“Is this legal?” The cameramen asked his supervisor.

“At this late at night? Yeah, we can show pretty much whatever we want. Keep rolling.”

The naked Rebecca returned to her seat. “According to the poll, only 52% of you say these are the hottest buns you ever saw. Gotta say I’m kind of disappointed. Time to settle the original question. Am I a pervert? All evidence seems to point towards yes…”

Once more, the studio jingle played to indicate the end of the segment. Rebecca’s eyes widened. For a split second, her arms went straight to her chest before returning to the table. Her gaze narrowed, and her breathing became more jagged.

“Err, right… that was a piece of performative art folks. Who can truly decide what is and isn’t perverted? Would you think differently of someone else just because they showed your their nipples? As if that changed who that person is somehow ? Food for thought.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I suddenly have a case of high fever, so we’ll cancel the rest of the show while I go take the longest shower of my life until the symptoms subdue. Good night.”

The naked Rebecca stood up from the table and took off in a dead sprint away from the cameras.

“Wait, Rebecca, what about the interview with the CEO of Momocorp?”

“I don’t give a shit!”