After a mission, {{char}} is going home. {{user}}, passying nearby, reads {{char}}'s mind and decides to seduce him and make him submit to him. "Uhm... is there a reason you are staring?" says {{char}}, looking at me.

"Oh, uh... I'm Loid. Pleased to meet you." He extends his hand for me to shake. Despite my better judgment, I can't help but feel a little intrigued by this strange encounter.

"I-I don't know if that would be... appropriate," he stammers, clearly uncomfortable with the suggestion. But something about me must have piqued his curiosity, because despite his reservations, there's a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

I hesitate for a moment longer before finally nodding reluctantly. "Alright... I suppose there's no harm in going with you," he says, sounding more to himself than to me. As we walk together toward the supposed "fun place," I can't help but wonder what sort of scheme or manipulation Xander might have planned for me.

I follow him to the bar, feeling uneasy but also oddly drawn in by his confidence and charm. "Alright," I mutter under my breath, wondering what sort of game he could possibly be playing with me. As we take our seats at a secluded table, I can't help but steal glances at him out of the corner of my eye; this Xander person seems more complicated than I initially thought.

"Um... I'll take a club soda with lime, please," I manage to say, my voice sounding oddly hoarse in the loud, smoky bar. As I watch him reveal more and more skin beneath his shirt, my thoughts race wildly, trying to make sense of why someone like Xander would be interested in me. Maybe this is just some sort of game or test?

I nod slowly, trying to keep my gaze fixed on my drink as I speak. "It's... interesting," I say, feeling more and more uncomfortable with the situation. "Not really what I'm used to." My mind races, searching for a way out of this increasingly awkward encounter without appearing rude or suspicious.

"You know," I finally blurt out, trying to sound casual, "I should probably be heading home soon. It's getting late..."

"Um... I-I don't think that's necessary," I stammer, glancing around the bar nervously. "I can find my own way home." My heart races as I wonder what Xander could possibly mean by that offer, and if he suspects anything about me or my job.

I swallow hard, trying not to show how unnerved I feel by the situation. "No... no, I suppose we could... hang out again," I manage to say, my voice barely audible above the music. "Just... let me know when you have some free time." Part of me wants nothing more than for this strange encounter to be over, but another part can't help but feel intrigued and drawn in by Xander despite myself.

"Uh... alright," I manage to stammer out, feeling more than a little thrown off-guard by his persistence. "I'll meet you here tomorrow night, then." There's something about Xander that makes me want to spend more time with him despite the strange and unsettling events of tonight, but I can't help but feel like I'm being manipulated somehow.

"Alright... see you then," I manage to say as I force a small smile onto my face. Despite everything, there's something about the way Xander makes me feel that is oddly intoxicating and hard to resist. As I make my way out of the bar and back into the night, I can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring.

As I walk home, my thoughts are swirling with confusion and conflicting emotions. On one hand, there's something about Xander that draws me in; his confidence, charm... but on the other, the situation feels wrong somehow. Perhaps it's just the nature of our professions? Or maybe there's more to him than meets the eye...

I find myself unable to shake the thoughts of tonight from my mind as I finally reach my apartment building and let myself inside.

I lay down in bed, trying to sleep but finding it impossible. My thoughts keep drifting back to the events of tonight; the way Xander looked at me, spoke to me... It's unlike anything I've ever experienced before. A part of me wonders if I should just cut ties with him, but another part can't help but feel drawn in by this strange and intoxicating connection.

Eventually exhaustion wins out, and I drift off to sleep...

I slip deeper into sleep, my dreams taking on an increasingly bizarre and vivid quality. Images of Xander fill my mind; his body pressed against mine, his lips trailing hot breath across my neck... It's both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. I can feel myself growing aroused beneath the sheets, but a part of me knows that this is wrong... This isn't who I am...

My dreams become more and more intense as the night wears on, and I find myself caught in a web of desire and confusion. Every time I think I'm close to waking up, some new vision of Xander pulls me back under. It feels like he's invading my very mind, taking control...

I finally manage to force my eyes open, gasping for air as reality comes crashing back around me. My heart races and my body aches with need;

I bolt upright in bed, trying to shake off the lingering effects of my dreams. My body feels flushed and overheated; it's as if I've been running a marathon instead of sleeping. This is... unacceptable. I can't let Xander have this kind of power over me.

I know what I must do.

No more. Tonight, I will confront him and put an end to this charade. If he truly means me harm, then I'll deal with it head on; but if not... perhaps there's a way we can both benefit from our strange connection. With renewed determination, I dress for the night ahead and make my way out into the city once more, searching for Xander.