Surprisingly, no.

When the door opens, your glasses light up with information on Zoe, hovering around a mound of blankets on the bed. As your eyes adjust to the dim light of her room you realize it is your sister, sitting knees-to-chest, completely wrapped up in heavy blankets except for half of her face where she can watch the door. There will be no ambush, it seems.

You relax and step into her room.

Her slightly muffled voice is very clearly annoyed as you barge in. "What do you want?"

In response, you set the box of sex toys down by her dresser and hold up her phone, showing her the conversation with Natalie. "Your friend is coming over. It seems you had some plans? You're keeping them so you might want to get dressed."

Zoe gasps and parts the blankets enough to stick an arm out to demand the phone. You can see she's donned a hoodie with long sleeves. "Gimme that!"

You laugh. "Not on your life. I'm keeping it so that you can't back out. I want her here." You pull a pair of dildos out of the box and place them on top of your sister's dresser.

Zoe's eyes widen. "What are you doing? What are tho—What are you doing with those? I don't want those."

You peek at Zoe experimentally, and sure enough, your glasses seem to be able to answer any question at all. "Right, because you already have one. Big pink one, yeah? Some sort of rabbit-themed thing. How many times have you used that one already?" You ask, but immediately know the answer is a whopping 71 times. "Bet it's at least fifty." You reach into the box for more toys.

She shrieks. "SHUT UP! How do you even know about that? What the hell are you on about today? Where did you even get all these, you freak!?"

Your only response is a chuckle as you place the butt-plug and nipple clamps down on the dresser, then add the leather collar with the leash still attached. You add the bottle of cleaner and the baggie of assorted creams and wipes. "Alright, as amusing as this is, I don't have time so let's cut to the chase."

Placing the box on her desk chair, you turn back to her and draw your own phone from your other pocket. By now Zoe has dropped her blanket armor, looking more confused and angry than anything.

"I want to fuck Natalie," you say, taking a wide angle photo of Zoe's dresser of all the toys alongside various family photos and assorted items. It is undeniably her room in the picture. "And you're going to make sure she lets me. Be a good girl, now."

You swing the camera around to your sister, taking a quick picture of her shocked and angry face. Just in time for your glasses to warn you that she's about to lunge-tackle you from the bed.

Finally.