Looking dead serious, Rudy asked, "Now the major question of the day is, Alex do you want to become… a Hollow."
There was a short silence for a while.
Everyone in the room knew what it took to be a Hollow.
A human life in exchange for power.
To some, it was a fair bargain.
To others more focused on morality, like Carol, it was an evil proposition akin to the famed whispers of the devil, and Carol would make everyone know.
"Thank you for the opportunity, Charles, but I know my husband and he would never exchange a human life for power."
"I don't mean to be rude, Carol, but your husband hasn't responded yet." Rudy said.
Faced with the hard stare of his wife, Alex stuttered out his response.
"Ca- Carol think about it. I'll be as strong as the person in the video. Think about how many more people I can save, how much easier it would be to protect you and Timothy."
Shocked, Carol feebly said, "But honey, how could you even think about it. It's a human life ALEX. Not one of those monsters that come out of portals. A human life."
"I- I know honey, but I'm sure Charles has already thought of a plan. Like sending me ro kill a heinous criminal or even one of these so-called Hollows. Isn't that right, Charles."
Seeing how hard Alex was trying to convince his wife, Rudy nodded in support of what he said even though they both knew that no such plan existed.
"Before anyone else tries to dissuade the notion of turning into a Hollow, I want to show you just how powerful they are, starting from the Category A Hollows." Astra said before playing the videos.
-The video being played showed a woman who worked in a strip club charming a man out of his money and keys with her special skill before bolting for the door.-
Timothy didn't even bother to look away from the screen nor did his mother bonk his head with the bat.
They both were preoccupied with their thoughts about a certain Halfling.
-The video showed her driving on the left side of the road with a few shots of the nation's flag identifying it as England.
Her skill basically killed any mosquitoes that came near her without her having to turn her head, a much needed advantage she needed in order to make sharp turns as she rode on the mayhem filled streets.
Still in her revealing clothes, she slowed down before coming to an eventual stop at a small house.
Getting off the motorcycle, she quickly ran in, assets moving in response as the camera showed her bend down to retrieve…-
"An alcohol bottle, really. All that speed and tense riding for some whisky, that's just sad." Rudy said.
-Downing the whole bottle in a go, she slumped down on the old looking couch as she waited for the dizziness to overcome her.
Crash!!
A couple of mosquitoes broke through her window and made a beeline for her only to freeze midair, eyes pinking over before they flew straight for the ground and died.
"Fufufu, well that was easy and also refreshing. I wonder if…" Yasmine trailed off after talking to herself out loud.
"Well, there's no time like the present. Besides, if it's possible it sure beats drinking myself to death."
Yasmine left the building excited to try out her theory on the first person she met.
A few moments later, a familiar muscular man came running from the left end of the street.
"Hi Bob." Yasmine said while commanding the mosquitoes chasing him, forcing them ro kill themselves.
"Oh hi, thanks for saving me but do I know yo- Yasmine is that you." Bob asked, shocked.
"Yeah Bob, it's me. Why were you expecting someone else." Yasmine teased though she knew the reason for his surprise.
"Oh um, no I wasn't expecting anyone, it's just that, WHAT ARE YOU WEARING." He shouted. The Yasmine he knew would never dress like this, at least not to the children's library she volunteered at.
"Oh this. Haven't you ever been to a strip club before. Anyway that's not the reason I stopped you, now take off your shirt." Yasmine commanded.
"Excuse me. Yasmine, is everything alright. You're acting strange, you know." Bob moved back, almost as if he could put distance between him and whatever virus affected her.
"Hmm. I thought that would work. It worked earlier at the club so why not now, unless …" Bob heard Yasmine mumbling to herself before she flashed him, in public, when she knew he had a fiancee.
He couldn't help but stare as her middle eastern heritage made her an exotic specimen.
"Now take off your top." Yasmine commanded once again, filled with more hope for success.
The pink-eyed Bob barely registered her words when his body moved without his permission, tearing open his t-shirt.
"Yes, it worked. I guess all I have to do is generate a bit of lust from them for the skill to work. But then why does it work on mosquitoes, unless… damn, those are some sus mosquitoes." Yasmine mumbled on as her fingers traced the outlines of his firm muscles.
"Bob jump up."
And he jumped.
"Bob remove your trousers."
And in no time he was decked in only briefs.
The onlookers who ran by them shot them weird looks, questioning their timing to get freaky.
Any men who had any lustful thoughts about Yasmine were quickly put under her mind control.
"Stand guard over here and kill any mosquitoes that come close. Bob and I have a long overdue meeting which could take a long time." Yasmine said to the 15 slaves she had made as she commanded Bob to carry her in his arms, princess style.
Unique sounds started ringing from the house as all sorts of slutty words were being thrown about.
An hour later, Yasmine limped out, wincing and and shivering with every step as Bob followed her, still mind controlled but a little slimmer than when they entered.
"Damn Bob, you're a monster, my monster and that Bitch Esme can go and rot in hell for all I care. How does she even handle you when she looks so innocent." Yasmine cursed at Bob's fiancee as he lifted her up unto his shoulders, by his command of course. "That's why they say fear the innocent ones I guess. Anyway, minions make me a throne and let's march about and get me more slaves."-