You can't decide and fall asleep.

You've already demonstrated that this power can let you get whatever you want from whomever you want. Your mind boggles at the potential. With the right words on the right people, you could control the world...but you're not really that ambitious, even if it has been practically given to you.

You let yourself daydream of other possibilities, though. You fantasize about celebrity harems, wealthy benefactors and an entire army dedicated to your amusement. All of which hold you in the highest esteem. You're practically drooling.

Sometime later, you actually find yourself waking up in a small puddle of drool. You must have passed out in the night. You groggily stir yourself and begin your morning routine before leaving for work. The events of yesterday seem like a distant dream. Even your freshly cleaned apartment doesn't quite rouse you out of your stupor and your body operates on autopilot.

You've managed to get dressed, stop at a (different) coffee shop and get on a bus before you fully come awake. When the caffeine does finally kick in, it's like getting hit with a ton of bricks. You don't really need to go to your **** wage job. You can have whatever you want. You look out the window and get an idea.

Signaling to the driver, you get off directly in front of an upscale car dealership. With a devilish grin you throw the doors open let your eyes drift lazily over the room. A greasy man in a tan suit briskly walks over to you. He's the definition of sleazy salesman. You're not worried though, this won't take long.

He shakes your hand and introduces himself. He starts talking about discounted inventory and easy financing. Clearly he's already judged you by your mediocre outfit. You don't care. You just grin and write a few words on the hand he so eagerly gave to you.

Follows my orders without hesitation.

"Hi there. I want you to find for me the owner of the dealership, the most attractive woman on staff and finally, the most comfortable luxury car you have in stock with all the amenities. Oh! And a permanent marker." You can't keep the glee out of your voice.

"Right away, sir!" he replies and scampers away.

In a few short minutes, he returns with your marker, a set of keys, a gruff looking man in his late 50's and a shy looking brunette. You're really only looking at the latter. Fine legs, cute tush, firm B-cup breasts, she'll do, you think to yourself and set to work.

After a brief conversation and some spent ink, the owner is thanking you for your (non-existent) business and grateful to provide any service you need. A chauffeur service, for instance. A sexy brunette named Veronica who has always dreamed about being a driver for someone important and there really isn't anyone more important than you, obviously.

"Where to, sir?" she asks you.

You smile to yourself. Time to show off a bit.