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"Thank you." she says. Moments later, standing up. She's the one initiating things. Leaning across the table, she grabs your collar, pulling you close. She plants the kiss on you! She's trying to dominate you, to establish herself as your superior.
Instinctually, you resist not wanting to surrender. It triggers your talent. A self-defensive reflex, the café spins around you, as if centred on the table between you. Dizzyingly, you feel yourself wrenched from your body. An odd doubling sensation, as you feel both your body, and hers.
Then yours fades, and hers intensify. You feel the power of her hormones rushing through your veins. The exposure of your revealing clothes, the intimate lightness and decorative appeal of the frilliest underwear. The lace trim tickling your thighs, the back threatening to dive into the canyon between your succulent ass cheeks. The urge to tug at your bra, as the damned thing pinches and binds. The support a distant second to how uncomfortable it feels.
There's pleasures too, as your mane of hair caresses your bare back. You luxuriate in the power of this body. Not physically strong, but it's power lies in its influence and appeal.
A vanity, but one reinforced by reality and the gawping audience.
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