Your power is limitless, you just have to be careful

You leave the bathroom, G Spot at your heels, getting a strange look from one of the coffeehouse patrons. He is checking out G Spot's big new tits perhaps remembering what she looked like when she walked by a second ago.

You've learned how to be careful with this power. You've seen it backfire enough to know that you need to think it through, but you are ready to go big now. You look around the room. Three baristas, Erica, G, this guy, a bunch of other customers, three of whom are wearing earbuds. The only way you're going to be able to would-you-rather the whole room at once is if you can get those things out of their ears all at once too.

You whisper your plan to G Spot and pull her over to the table with this guy whose ogling her chest. "Hey mister, mind if we join you?"

He's surprised at the weird question, but you're both already sitting down so instead of answering he just waits for an explanation. Instead, he gets another question.

"You checking out G Spot's tits?"

"What'd you call her?"

She smiles cheerfully and explains, "It's my name." Then she yanks her sweater up over her magically massive mounds and shifts her shoulders so they sway back and forth.

He's fixated, and you have his attention, so as she pulls the sweater back down over her tits, her nipples bumping up the soft fabric just a little, you take the moment to ask the guy, "Would you rather pull that guy's earbuds off exactly 14 seconds from now, or pull that lady's earbuds off 15 seconds from now?" Who he picks shouldn't matter, you and G will get the other two.

Moments later you are standing above a young lady in a suit wearing white earbuds and rocking out as she studies a spreadsheet on her laptop at a table by the door. You turn and see G approaching her target at the window bar from behind. The man from the table reaches for his target, and you go.

You yank out her earbuds suddenly, and the young lady launches from her chair and opens her mouth to cuss you out, but you began your question the moment you pulled them out, and it's a short one. Before anyone in the cafe can respond to the earbud assaults, they've already heard you say "Would you rather fall asleep or freeze in place?"

There is a sudden low chorus of voices as all the patrons and workers of the bar, even G and the guy from the table, answer your question. Then come a bunch of thuds. A few people chose to fall asleep, and they all collapsed pretty ungracefully.

Most of the people chose to freeze in place, and are fixed with the positions and looks they had when they had just chosen their answers. The young blonde in front of you is halted with a look of shock on her face. The look on her face stays exactly the same even as you grin devilishly at her and unbutton her blazer.

It's very quiet, the inoffensive satellite radio coming from the ceiling suddenly more irritating than before. You pull the pretty business woman's jacket off and drape it over her head, obscuring her vision.

Then you hear G and the guy from the table groaning low and deep in their frozen poses. They want to be unfrozen. You promised you'd do it, so you feel like you should. First you approach G Spot. You whisper in her ear "would you rather unfreeze and go grope the blonde barista or unfreeze and go grope the black-haired barista?" G melts back into motion and skips off behind the counter.

You approach the guy. You don't especially want to share. You promised him you'd unfreeze him, but that promise was just regular chatter, not a sacred and powerful would-you-rather. Maybe... maybe just pretend it didn't happen?

He groans eagerly, probably expecting he'll get to run up there and grope the blonde barista. In his frozen pose, he still has a view of G feeling up the Italian barista's breasts and squeezing her crotch.

You lean in to him and whisper, "would you rather unfreeze and get outta here or stay frozen until dusk?"

As he wiggles it out, he murmurs, "ugh, I thought I was about to make it with G-Spot."

You call out after him, "you're not her type!"

G Spot is busy groping baristas, so you make your way back to Erica's table, where the beautiful brunette sits quietly frozen, her brow just a bit wrinkled in worry, her lipsticked lips slightly parted, her coffee cup in hand, just an inch above the table, her eyes wide open and staring straight ahead, just past you, completely unmoving.