The brunette's phone is ringing. Would she like to unlock it for you?

As you walk away from the depravity, you spy some exciting cleavage dangling over some handlebars as a bicycle courier comes up over the hill. You wonder if you sprint, will you can catch her at the corner? You hear the intro to Madonna's 'Like a Virgin' breaking through the commotion of the orgy behind you. It's the brunette's phone, but she's too busy molesting herself to answer it. Maybe you're not done with these random chicks after all.

"Shit! Shit I really need to answer that," she manages to say between sighs and moans. You'd swear she's rubbing herself even harder, to the music or something.

"Who is it?" You ask, now pulling the phone out of the young woman's purse.

"None of your fucking business you nasty pervert." You laugh, because you've just seen the phone's display, and while it really isn't any of your business, you're definitely going to change that fact. All you have to do is swipe up to answer, and whoever this contact is will have your very powerful voice right in her ear. The display shows you an incredibly fit, but curvy little thing in a skimpy, pink bikini, in a pose that shows off the nicest abs you've ever seen in any low-res phone avatar pic. The contact's name is listed simply as "Sis." You swipe up like it says, but it's requiring a pin. Seriously? Locking your phone even to answering a call? You think fast, there's only a couple more rings before this will go to voicemail.

"Hey, Like a Virgin. Would you rather tell me your name and your phone's pin, right now, or ..." you are busy trying to think of a second choice that would ensure she'd pick the first choice, but why bother? As long as either choice leads somewhere you like. "...or would you rather tell me who 'Sis' is and put in the pin for me yourself."

She is now crying while she continues her furious masturbating. She stammers out, "My name and PIN. I'm Elisa and my phone PIN is 0022." You slide up and punch in the pin. As you're doing so, you ask the group, "Hey Elisa and sluts, would you rather forget about and cancel everything I've said to you since we met and shut the fuck up right now, or continue your obscene, public jerkfest 'til you pass out." They glower at you and mutter their answers. Then all three are suddenly silent and still, sticky wet hands in between their thighs, baffled looks on their faces, but best of all, they're not going anywhere or saying anything. You answer the phone.

"Elisa's phone, is this her sister?"

"Um, yeah, it's Larisa. Who is this?"

"My name is John. I'm afraid I've just found your sister in a pretty weird state, here on campus. I'd give her the phone, but she seems kind of out of it. Listen, does she ever..."

"What do you mean weird? Is she okay?"

"She seems okay at the moment, but if you..."

"I'll come pick her up, where are you? Can I talk to her?"

"Hold on, I'll see if she can talk." You press the mute button and consider your options.

If Larisa really looks like her contact's avatar, which wouldn't surprise you, given the resemblance to Elisa, then fuck these three, you could ask this one right now on the phone what she'd rather do with your cock for the next few weeks and just head out.

You could also ask Elisa to spin up a story about how you saved her from her **** overdose and...

You stop. Why over-complicate this? If Larisa's the real goal, and you ask her a question with your power, you'll risk offending her or blowing your cover. If you just ask Elisa, right here, for the effect you want, however...it seems like it should just happen. Really, you don't have much to lose.

"Hey, girls, eyes up here for a sec." They've mostly pulled their clothes back on, but don't seem to recognize you at all and are still quite shaken physically and mentally. "Would you rather think of me as your rescuer from a dramatic nervous breakdown you had or from some **** related problem?" They all answer, but you don't really care who chose which. You expect you're now seen as their rescuer regardless. "Great, so would you rather tell Elisa's sister Larisa grandiose stories about that and how wonderful I am in general or simply have her fall in love with me as soon as I take the phone off mute?"

They all respond at once: "Why would I wann..."
"I don't see what my sist..."
"Uuhmm. I can't just..."

It's not really important what objections they had, this would either be slow and you'd have a good start, or quick but unpredictable. Then you hear their answers. Elisa chooses the stories, and so does the redhead. The blonde on the other hand says something about how stories about you sound gross and tedious, and let's get the day over with and have Larisa love you...

Could this mean you get both? You unmute the phone. "Hey Larisa, I'm back. Elisa can talk to you now if you like, but please do come and get her. See you when you get here." You hand the phone to Elisa, anxious to see what's next.

"Yeah, that's him," she says, they're already talking about you. "Yeah, he's cute but mostly it's incredible how wise he is. I guess he learned a lot while he was studying with those monks in Tibet, but you know, he gave me advice today that shook me from my academic rut, and honestly, he's kind of spurred the campus into an ethics craze, and what I can only call a golden age of modern inven..." Okay, maybe that's good. You take the phone from her.

"Like I said, Elisa's having a tough time today." You explain your location and ask her to meet you at the nearby turnaround, you'll be on the park bench. She says she'll bring the Land Rover. Cool, a nice ride, added bonus. You look at the three women, who've not entirely been reset, but actually don't seem to remember that you're a dangerous and manipulative stranger. Cool, you ask the blonde, "Can I have a word with you please?"