The dressing room of a closed theater sounds like the unlikeliest meeting place, and yet here Fuu is, apparently in meditation, waiting for Faye. The six thermos, all filled, stand next to an Egyptian dress.
Fuu smiles at Faye in greeting. "Hello, Faye-san. The first batch is over there," she signals to where the thermos are, "you may drink a bit before we begin, if you wish."
Once Faye's finished drinking, Fuu starts speaking again: "Let's begin with something simple, shall we? Try to issue commands to me, and if I resist them fully, I'll say 'no'."
With that said, Fuu looks directly at Faye, waiting for her to start.
"Thank you, Faye-san. For the next exercise, don't issue any command other than continued eye contact. Once it seems I'm in your thrall, you may issue whichever command you wish. I'll let you know when I've broken free."
Fuu closes her eyes for a moment, bracing herself, before opening them again and looking at Faye again.
Fuu's pupils dilate, and her mind is peaceful and dormant. A suggestion, "APPROACH FAYE" reverberates through her mind, and though a small part of her wonders who said that, the rest of her is compelled to obey.
And so, Fuu walks in Faye's direction until she's at arm's reach.
"Hi..."
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With that said, Fuu looks directly at Faye, waiting for her to start.
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Fuu closes her eyes for a moment, bracing herself, before opening them again and looking at Faye again.
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And so, Fuu walks in Faye's direction until she's at arm's reach.
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