As tempting as the magician and the assistant are, you eventually decide to go for the cashier. Slowly, you creep back to the front, taking a good look at him now that you've decided him as your victim. The cashier looked roughly 20, with a lean runner's frame and naturally blonde hair. He wore jeans and a long-sleeved red shirt, and as you peeked under the counter, you saw he had taken off his shoes, and had ankle socks on. Already excited, you clear your throat, making him stir.
Slowly, he opened his eyes, grey as you can tell, and made eye contact with you. With your powers and his drowsiness, he didn't stand a chance. He looked at you blankly, already a slave to your will. You grin excitedly, but before you can make any orders, you hear footsteps coming from the back. Quickly, you hide under the counter, whispering to your new "friend" to act normal, but ignore you.
The magician comes in, approaching the counter, "Hey Thomas, I'm gonna head home." he said, you assume Thomas is the cashier's name, "Help Claire close up, and you're free to go for the night." Thomas nods, and the magician waves and leaves, the door closing behind him.
You think carefully, slowly pulling off Thomas's socks. He feet look great, and are surprisingly soft. Excited, you look back into his eyes, forcing him into a trance again, and give him your next order.
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