Ask Lilah out on a date

It's an intoxicating feeling! This beautiful woman is completely under my power, and I have the entire force of the government behind me. I could force her to strip naked, get on all fours and moo like a cow, take my cock in any of her holes... And yet, I want more--something I never actually expected BoSS to give me, but if there's a chance...

"Well, Lilah," I say. "I want to ask you out on a date."

"What?" One of her eyes twitches.

"You and me. A little date. What do you say?"

She turns to the nearest cop. "Can he do that?"

The cop shrugs. "I guess... Dates often lead to sex, don't they? You could consider them foreplay."

"Shit!" Lilah swears under her breath. "I almost wish you'd just fuck me now and get it over with." She steadies her breathing and looks at me. "Well, there's my afternoon plans ruined. Where do you want to go?"

I shake my head. "I don't want to inconvenience you. Are you free this evening?"

"...Yeah."

"How about we meet at the cafe over there?" I point across the street. "Seven PM."

"Alright, I'll be there," Lilah says. Sensing that nothing else exciting is going to happen, the crowd around us starts to drift away.

"Before you go, please make sure to give your full information to the policemen here," I say, "in case you're tempted to weasel out of this."

Lilah rolls her eyes. "Fine," she grumbles.

I pedal home, my heart still thumping in my chest. Approaching a hot girl like that, asking her out, not stumbling over my words like an idiot...all thanks to the confidence I've gotten from having this writ. It's thrilling! And terrifying. I want Lilah to actually like me for me, and no government directive in the world is going to compel that. Forcing her into a date doesn't exactly start me off on the right foot...

I hang out in my room all afternoon, hardly able to think about anything besides my impending evening. When the time is right, I shower, put on some khakis and a buttoned shirt, and ride my bike back over to the cafe. Lilah is standing on the sidewalk just outside, looking like a vision in her nice white blouse and practical black knee-length skirt. She sees me coming, and a grimace of distaste passes over her face before she composes herself into on a neutral expression.