A little help

The woman to whom the ass belongs has her face buried in an old filing cabinet, bending over so her tight skirt is hiked up almost to the point of indecency. The pair is surrounded by shelves full of binders and boxes, and the walls are lined with green cabinets. The lighting is sparse, with old fluorescent tubes only every few meters.

You think they must be in the archives, which are also in the basement but on the other side of the floor. People don't usually go in there since it's just paper originals of stuff that's long transitioned to digital, but these two must be looking for something specific. Probably legal or financial.

The redhead is ogling the bent over woman without shame, clearly certain of their privacy. You feel like the only thing stopping her from reaching out to grab the ass on display is her armload of papers.

Which puts you in mind of one of the other two features you recently unlocked. Entangled Suggestion. It's not very powerful, you somehow know, but it allows you to nudge a person in one direction or another, depending on how they feel about what you're asking. "Look up" would be trivial for most, but "Stab him in the face" would require some **** circumstances to have an effect.

"Drop the papers", you politely suggest, and the redhead looks startled as she loses her hold on the bundle and they start slipping out of her grasp.

The other woman's head emerges from the drawer as she quickly straightens up. She's older, maybe late 30s or early 40s, with light brown skin and straight, black hair, wearing the same glasses as the redhead. Standing up, you note that she is at least a head taller than the younger woman, and where the redhead's chest could be called modest, hers is anything but. A blazer does its best to contain her, but it must be difficult to find well-fitting business suits for busts that size. You think she may be able to hide the ogling woman's entire head between them.

"Cassie! No! Those were in order!" she exclaims, as she kneels down to try and stop the documents from gliding apart.

"I'm so- I am so sorry mrs Daniels! They just slipped out of my hands, I don't know what happened!"

"Oh this is going to take all day to sort out. They're not numbered, they're not dated consistently, and some aren't even in English. Oh god Cassie, I do wish you would be more careful!"

"Mrs Daniels, I... I...", the redhead stammers as her eyes begin to tear up

The older woman, Mrs Daniels, let's out a groan. "Cassie, we've talked about this. It's not easy for a woman in this business, no one is going to take you seriously if you just start crying whenever anyone rebukes you". She continues trying to put the papers back in the order they fell, but it's a fruitless task. Cassie sniffs.

"It's not just anyone..." she says under her breath. You're pretty sure Mrs Daniels didn't hear that, but it comes through to you loud and clear. The poor girl. Office romance is tricky, and with a married woman? You resolve to help her out.

You focus on the QEBP again, and try to think of Mrs Daniels. What she looks like, what she feels like. Fingers crossed, you try to phrase it like a query, and... Yes! She's in here!

The view shifts slightly from Cassie's center to Mrs Daniels'. Maybe you can... "Dual view?" you try. You feel it more than see it, the perspective nudged to center somewhere between the two. A connection you weren't previously aware of has become a bit more complex, tying you to both women at the same time. It's a little thrilling.

"Cassie is very cute when she cries", you tell Mrs Daniels. She stops what she's doing, a few handfuls of papers in her grasp. She looks confused, like she's trying to figure something out, and lifts her head to look up at Cassie who's clutching the remaining papers with one hand while the other is rubbing at her eye under her glasses. "If someone doesn't set her straight she'll be taken advantage of".

Mrs Daniels' puzzled expression resolves into one of determination. She lets the papers lie on the floor and gets up, standing in front of the small redhead. "Listen Cassie, I think I've been too soft on you. You're an amazing assistant, but you don't want to stay that way do you? You have plans, grad school, a career. That doesn't come easy to sensitive, gentle souls like you." Cassie is looking up at Mrs Daniels with big eyes, her face just a hand's breadth away from the enormous bosom.

You move your mind's eye away from the scene for a moment. You have something you'd like to set up.

You hold the round QEBP in both hands and focus on the areas just underneath the tips of your middle fingers. You will them to take shape. Drawing on your connection to the two women, you feel the surface under your fingers soften, becoming slightly ridged and tender. You have manifested the two ladies' g-spots.

Very, very gently, you lightly brush your fingers over Mrs Daniels' most sensitive area.

You turn your attention back to the pair in time to see Mrs Daniels stand up straighter and draw a hasty open-mouthed breath. "I did not know she could make me feel this way", you whisper to her. "My body knows Cassie needs discipline"