As Emma worked on preparing the meal, you kept up a steady stream of conversation, trying to keep her under the spell of the pheromone mixture.
"So, Emma, what made you become such a strong advocate for gender equality?" you asked, trying to sound genuinely interested.
"Well, I've always been aware of the gender disparities that exist in our society," she replied, her tone serious. "But it wasn't until I became involved with the UN that I really saw the extent of the problem."
"That's very admirable of you," you said, trying to sound supportive. "But do you really think that women and men should have the same roles in society?"
Emma hesitated, her eyes narrowing slightly. "What do you mean?" she asked, a hint of suspicion in her voice.
"I mean, do you really think that women should be working outside the home, pursuing careers and all that? Or should they be focusing on their families and taking care of their homes?" you asked, trying to sound casual.
"Well, I believe that women should have the right to choose their own paths in life," she said firmly. "Whether that means pursuing a career or raising a family, it's their choice to make."
"But don't you think that traditional gender roles exist for a reason?" you pressed. "Men are naturally better suited to working outside the home, while women are better suited to taking care of the home and children."
Emma frowned, clearly uncomfortable with the suggestion. "I don't think that's necessarily true," she said, her tone defensive.
"But think about it, Emma," you said, your voice becoming more persuasive. "Women have been taking care of their homes and families for centuries. It's what they're naturally good at. Men, on the other hand, are better suited to working outside the home, providing for their families. It's just the way things are meant to be."
As Emma continued to cook, you could see her opinion beginning to shift under the influence of the pheromone mixture. "I guess you're right," she said slowly. "Maybe traditional gender roles do have some value."
You grinned, feeling a sense of satisfaction. "See, Emma? You're starting to see things my way. Maybe there's more to this gender equality thing than you originally thought."
As the meal was finished, you instructed Emma to make you a plate and bring you a beer, then do the dishes while you ate. To your surprise, she obeyed without hesitation, falling deeper under the influence of the pheromone mixture.
As you ate, you couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph... how far did you want to push the envelope?
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