Yara suspects you

Enjoying the spotlight, Yara made a spectacle of pointing her finger around the table at each person in turn... before finally setting her sights on you. Her grin curled wickedly beneath the hooked beak of her distinctive gold mask. "That's our man."

Dee's expression betrayed no pleasure, but her back did straighten up a bit. She was interested.

Yara swirled her wine in its glass and curled her fingers beneath her chin. "When I spoke to Mr. Wolf earlier, I warned him that this mask of mine makes me completely immune to any form of psychic control or mental tampering. What I didn't tell him is that it also acts as a detector! I know not by what method, but I detected a certain ping. Yes, I am quite certain! Someone attempted to control me! Fruitlessly, of course."

You remembered the sight of her jiggling her own tits and bouncing them up and down with both hands, under your complete control. You'd like to rub that in her face, but it would only make your situation more dire.

"That's... that's a baseless accusation! It's just the same as with Wanda. Someone is trying to frame Malcolm!" Linda protested, surprisingly heated. "They're timing their attacks for just the moment when he speaks with you! If it was Malcolm, you'd have seen something!"

"Oh, come now. I know you're chasing some dick dick, but please, stop slobbering all over it for just a moment. You must admit that's suspicious," Yara scoffed. "Tell her, Brunhilde."

Brunhilde shrugged.

"See? Brunhilde says so."

Not a good start.