Yes, and she seduces the horny couple

"Why not?" thought Empathica to herself. Despair was slowly turning to newfound excitement, as she gave into the reality that Cobrina completely controlled her now. The excitement sprang from a previously-untapped well of evil deep within her soul--embracing the idea of using her powers againt others, rather than to help them. This would mark the emergence of a new Empathica.

"Fine, mistress," she hissed, "Watch the new me emerge from the ruins of your corruption." Without even waiting to see Cobrina's reaction, Empathica slid her chair back and strode confidently to another secluded table where a young, attractive couple were finishing their dinner. Empathica had sensed their lust and desire, as both the boy and girl seemed to know that the best part of dessert would be shared once they got home.

"Mind if I join you?" Empathica asked haughtily, one hand resting on her side-thrust, snakeskin-covered hip.

"Uhh, we're just getting finished," the boy answered, turning his attention back to his paramour.

"Trevor," she whispered, "Don't be rude!" The girl then turned her attention back to Empathica and responded in a voice that clearly had been honed by years of upper-class upbringing, "You may certainly join us, miss, but as my boyfriend mentioned we are almost done with our dinner."

"Oh," Empathica replied with a raised eyebrow as she turned a chair backwards to straddle it, "I don't want to join you for dinner." Her implication was clear, and Trevor was clearly uncomfortable. "Now listen here," he started in an imperious tone. "I don't know who you think you are, but if you think you can..."

His girlfriend leaned in close and whispered to him again, cutting him off. "Shut up, silly! We've been wanting to try a little menage; let's go with it!"

"What did you say your name was?" the high-class girl asked Empathica? "I didn't, actually, but it's Tyfani. And yours?"

"My name is, ummm..." she paused, clearly trying to come up with a pseudonym suitable for their sexual tryst. "It's Vixen."

"How appropriate," sniffed Tyfani, her voice dripping with derision. "Trevor and Vixen, the stuck-up couple looking for a little harmless sexual fun." The young couple looked at each other, not liking Tyfani's tone of voice. "That's it," Trevor finally managed, "We're out of here."

"You're going NOWHERE, little boy, until I tell you to," Tyfani snarled, her voice all the more menacing for the quiet manner in which the command was spoken. "I should be clear about one thing up front: the two of you are going to have the most amazing sexual experience of your lives tonight, but you are first and foremost my playthings and slaves. You have **** in the matter--I have chosen YOU and it doesn't matter to me whether you accept that reality smoothly and give in to what it can mean for you or if I have to beat you into submission. I will enjoy myself fully either way."

Trevor and "Vixen" knew that this was no game. They had stumbled into something very dangerous, but highly exciting at the same time. Vixen glanced at her boyfriend and gave him a little wink. "I don't know why, but I believe everything she's telling us, honey. Let's just go with it and enjoy ourselves."

"Wow," sniffed Tyfani, "Your little bitch is not only a hot piece of ass but smart, too, Trevor." Vixen wasn't used to being talked down to, but found a little tingle spreading out from her pussy. "And I've already established that you're a finer piece of USDA Prime than anything on the menu, so it just remains to be seen whether you're as smart as your slut of a girlfriend or not."