She freezes up. "I'm... not supposed to be talking to anyone. He'll get mad."

Another blink, this one confused. "Who'll get mad? And why?"

"I probably shouldn't tell you that either." She has bruises. They're not very well-hidden by her dress. They don't look like they're in the sort of place sexy bruises would be. She is also, upon closer examination, wearing a rather excessive amount of eye makeup.

"Do you need a place to stay where he won't find you?"

The elevator dings. She flees without bothering to check whether she has the right floor.

Out of her pocket flutters a business card for T. C. Coil's Escort Agency. 

Quest available: T. C. Coil's Escort Agency

Most escort agencies are run by decent people who are just trying to make a living simplifying client screening and booking for sex workers. T. C. Coil's Escort Agency is not most escort agencies.

Infiltrate the agency as client or sex worker and bring him to justice.

Success: +200 XP, increased relationships with the sex worker faction. 
Failure: +$10,000, increased relationships with the police faction. 

Accept Y/N

Quest updated: Try Hard and Believe In Yourself!

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He blinks. What. The. Fuck. The police is in on it?

He is a fucking wizard and he is going to wizard it up and, and, and he has no idea how he'd do that, his only spell other than the starting ones is one to jerk off nicely and he can't walk—

—well, that'd make it fairly easy to pretend to be a client, wouldn't it. And besides: fuck the police. He accepts the quest and rolls on, because this is his floor.

A spell has been unlocked by a special action! Accepting an altruistic quest despite having no idea of how to do it has unlocked the spell Determination!

"...manual, spells."

Determination: LVL 1. Active. 20 DOM/minute

In a situation of dire need, do something impossible. 

...this is pretty fucking broken. He likes it.

He grabs his phone and calls an Uber, wheelchair-accessible please.

A spell has been unlocked by a special action! Calling an Uber has unlocked the spell Calling an Uber!

Okay no what the fuck. "Manual, spells, Calling an Uber."

Calling an Uber: LVL 1. Passive.

When you call an Uber, Lyft, taxi, or other driving service, a wheelchair-accessible car will always be within five minutes of your location. The driver will pick you up at your exact location and drop you off exactly where you want to go. The car will play the music you most feel like listening to. While the driver will default to not talking, he, she, and/or they will be attractive, interested in you, and up for road head.

...that's awesome and a bit worrying about the fabric of the universe but still awesome. He waits for his Uber.

His Uber arrives promptly! The driver is, mm, quite attractive, if Oliver would like to take his newfound bisexuality out for a spin.

...he might. He's finding himself horny again. "Afternoon," he says, trying to be plausibly-deniably-unsubtle about checking the driver out. That's how you flirt, right?

"Afternoon,"  the driver says. "You, uh, look nice." He blushes.

...well that's kind of adorable. "Thank you! You don't look half-bad yourself." This is definitely flirting, he's sure of it.

The man blushes harder. "Thank you. I... I don't normally do this sort of thing."

"Driving an Uber?"

"Uh. Hitting on cute boys while driving an Uber?" The shade of red his cheeks are is truly astonishing.

"Oh, were you hitting on me? I think I didn't notice." Yep, that's a boner that's pressing against the fabric of his pants again. He just came but you know what, he's fine with this. "Maybe I could return the favor. Better yet, I could do more than flirting."

Blush blush blush blush blush. "Now that I definitely haven't done before."

"I notice that's not a no..." he says, and slides his left hand to the driver's thigh, slowly rubbing it up and down.

The driver's hands clutch the wheel, white-knuckled. He is breathing heavily.

Your SED goes up by 1 for seducing a very easy person you were magically informed was into you!