Of course you want to watch her do her thing!

You watch as Anne the sexy barmaid, in her new very cleavage-tastic outfit, sashays her way through the bar, swaying her hips so that her skirt bounces and reveals the thong that is underneath. She happily smiles to a patron, with a little notepad in hand, and asks, "Welcome to Nowhere! Can I get you something?" The man orders his drink, and then as Anne turns to leave, he just blatantly SMACKS her on the ass! "Oooh!" she reacts with a little jump, smiles back, and then goes to fulfill the order.

Customers are always right. You hear her think. And my body is here for their amusement. Her thoughts sound like her thoughts, but ...compelled. You can't help but feel the arousal in your own bodyless self as you see how easily her mind was manipulated to think those thoughts weren't just acceptable, but that it is good to be treated in such a way! You wonder if this new-girl is a little sluttier than she even realizes.

Hours pass as Anne, the new busty barmaid, continues to be compelled to take orders, deliver drinks, and get pinched and groped by just about everyone in the place. There's one exception: a man in a corner booth who has a bit of a salt-and-pepper beard and hair, early-40's or so, with steely blue eyes, and a goatee with some grey in it. His hair is styled in a fade with some side-swept bangs. He's ordered a drink, but has actually been very respectful of Anne's personal space and body. Not like the guy at the booth by the pool table, who has been very handsy with the redhead. He's a rather creepy looking dude with long, dark, slicked back hair. He's wearing a businessman' suit, but seems to be very much off-hours at the moment, and enjoying every second of it.

She's been servicing guys throughout the bar—as a waitress, not the other type of "servicing"—but those two are the only two who have actually tried to have a deeper conversation with her beyond just ordering drinks and touching her body.

With a slight slur, you hear the creepy businessman say to her, "So, are you, like... cursed or something?" As he's rubbing her ass under her skirt, she bends slightly to place his latest drink down on the table.

Since Anne isn't compelled not to speak the truth, she answers honestly, "Yeah, I'm actually supposed to be a guy, but this Trickster guy changed both me and my friend into hot girls and then put a curse on us. I was trying to figure it out when I got in trouble here. Excuse me, I need to get more orders," she says as she politely moves to go.

The man in the dark suit and the askew tie says, "Oh, wow, the Trickster? My firm has—hic—totally dealt with his shit before. You should—you should come see me after your shhhhhhift. I can probably help. Back at my place."

Anne smiles to him because she has to and then goes to the other side of the bar where the man with the goatee is waiting for her.

"Did I hear you say The Trickster?" He asks. She nods as she gives his beer a refill from the pitcher—making sure to lean down as she does so that he can get a good look down her blouse at her large tits, of course. The man then surprises her, "I've heard of him. Nasty fellow. I might be able to help you though. Obviously, only if you're comfortable with it. At the very least, I may have some knowledge about him that could help in your search."

Anne stands back up and nods. "Okay, thanks. Can I get you anything else? Are you sure you don't want to touch me? Everyone else here has," she says with a smile, and you look into her mind. She... actually does seem to want to be touched by him, but that might just be the compulsion of the spell.

"No, thanks," he politely says back, with a smile, seeming to prefer to be a gentleman. "If you'd like my help, just see me again when you are done here."

You continue to watch the whole time, wishing maybe you could have gotten in on the free-pass to touch and fondle the barmaid beauty. Suddenly, as you see Anne swaying her hips over to deliver a drink to a new customer, she blinks and shakes her head. She seems to be free of the spell, remembering it all, but no longer compelled to be a waitress and walking offer for grabs of her tits and smacks on her ass.

The bartender, Mac, catches her attention. "A'right," he gruffly says, "Yer done. No more tryin' t'skip out on tabs, ya got it?"

"Yes, sir, absolutely crystal clear," she replies, still in the barmaid outfit. She sighs, knowing that the person she suspected to have the book is likely long gone.

But... she does have offers of help from two individuals who seem to know about about the Trickster.