No!

"No," Emily replies. "I can't. This isn't right."

"Huh? Why not?" you ask. Just one moment ago you were able to have this wonderful, blonde waitress carress your body, and now she reaches her unmoistened hand to the faucet, ready to wash her hands of your juices. Is it possible that your amulet has reached its limits? Determined to find out, you state another command.

"Emily, tell me why you can't come with me."

"I... have a boyfriend," she says.

"A boyfriend?" you respond. If the waitress confessing her lesbian desires didn't surprise you, this comment about having a boyfriend certainly did.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to be like any other normal woman, and normal women don't make love with other women, they go with men. He's such a nice person too, so caring... but then again, I never really felt this way when I'm with him, the way you have made me feel." Emily takes another look at your body, at your naked breasts, the very breasts she finds so irresistible now. "I... don't know how to choose," Emily tells you with abandon, as she reaches a middle-ground between one and the other, taking her hand down her body and into her panties, playing with herself under her uniform. She looks up to you, confused. "Please, tell me what to do."