Hypnotic Teatime

Sylvain wished for a special tea. It would never run out, and could hypnotize any woman who drank it and put them into a mindless trance. They would obey Sylvain's every order, and he could put them back in trance by saying 'More tea'?

He also wished that no one could refuse his teatime for any reason, except for if it was vitally important to the woman in question. So it wouldn't interfere with Catherine or Shamir's missions, or Byleth and Manuela's lessons. Finally, Sylvain wished for a private bungalow away from the monastery that he would have tea in, and that he could have tea as long as he wanted , and neither he nor his guests would get in trouble should they be late for class.

Now, he had to test this new power. And he saw three women.

First, his own classmate Ingrid, who was chatting with Dorothea from the Black Eagles.

And Marianne, the shy girl from the Golden Deer who was simply praying in the courtyard.

"Marianne," he said. "Would you like to have tea with me?"

"Oh, um...sure," she said meekly.

Sylvain then saw Ingrid and Dorothea approach him.

"What are you planning with her?" Ingrid asked, miffed at her childhood friend.

"Nothing, just nice, innocent tea."

"Nothing you do is innocent," Dorothea huffed. "Like looking up my skirt and down my blouse, for instance."

"You ladies are welcome to join us," Sylvain grinned.

"Fine," said Ingrid. "But only to make sure you aren't up to anything."

He took the three to his bungalow, Dorothea and Ingrid close behind him, Marianne lagging behind. The tea was already there.

As the three took their seats, Marianne more anxious than the other two, Sylvain poured the tea.

All ut took was one sip, and they sat in mindless trances.

"Can you girls hear me?" he asked.

"Yes Master," they all said in unison.

"Excellent," he said.