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You have spent the past three years cutting your teeth in low level management at a booming tech company. You're good looking, confident, well off but about to be very rich. You've killed three interviews and have only a dinner meeting left with the in house psychiatrist left. This does leave you a little flush in the face thinking about it. Anytime you hear therapist or psychiatrist you think of your fetish. Hypnosis. But you shake it off. 'I'm good. I'm good'

You get the meeting spot. A swanky place uptown. Dr. Romee Strijd. You scoff to yourself 'breeze. She sounds foreign. I'll run her over with my good looks and charm'

You arrive 20 minutes early, establish who's in charge. 'She's here sir, I'll seat you says the hostess.' You're already thrown off your game. You're lead to your seat and she waits. A beautiful blonde. She asks you to sit. Her smile could melt anyone. Her accent to die for. Two glasses of wine appear at her request.

She is easy, fun, friendly. Maybe this will be nothing more than a toast and a romp back at your place, like so many blondes before. But somewhere between the a glass or two of wine, right when you start to loosen up, it suddenly turns serious. She speaks more sternly.

'So you've done so well. Interviews. Numbers. You're damn near a shoe in. But then I dig deeper. Credit report. Facebook. ID. And ID, there is a problem. Oh sure it's nothing ethical. But for us, this is a big decision. And it seems you spend a lot of company time on a webpage called DeviantArt. And you have a special place in your heart for female hypnotists. In my opinion, you spend too much time. And actually, if I told you I was a hypnotist, right here. Right now. What would you say? You're stumped. Well, lets say how you react is going to be critical to you getting this position...'

(role play welcome. Long responses on dialogue and emotion requested. Thank you all!)

Description
You have spent the past three years cutting your teeth in low level management at a booming tech company. You're good looking, confident, well off but about to be very rich. You've killed three interviews and have only a dinner meeting left with the in house psychiatrist left. This does leave you a little flush in the face thinking about it. Anytime you hear therapist or psychiatrist you think of your fetish. Hypnosis. But you shake it off. 'I'm good. I'm good'

You get the meeting spot. A swanky place uptown. Dr. Romee Strijd. You scoff to yourself 'breeze. She sounds foreign. I'll run her over with my good looks and charm'

You arrive 20 minutes early, establish who's in charge. 'She's here sir, I'll seat you says the hostess.' You're already thrown off your game. You're lead to your seat and she waits. A beautiful blonde. She asks you to sit. Her smile could melt anyone. Her accent to die for. Two glasses of wine appear at her request.

She is easy, fun, friendly. Maybe this will be nothing more than a toast and a romp back at your place, like so many blondes before. But somewhere between the a glass or two of wine, right when you start to loosen up, it suddenly turns serious. She speaks more sternly.

'So you've done so well. Interviews. Numbers. You're damn near a shoe in. But then I dig deeper. Credit report. Facebook. ID. And ID, there is a problem. Oh sure it's nothing ethical. But for us, this is a big decision. And it seems you spend a lot of company time on a webpage called DeviantArt. And you have a special place in your heart for female hypnotists. In my opinion, you spend too much time. And actually, if I told you I was a hypnotist, right here. Right now. What would you say? You're stumped. Well, lets say how you react is going to be critical to you getting this position...'

(role play welcome. Long responses on dialogue and emotion requested. Thank you all!)