She pulls Cara closer, one hand tangling in her hair, the other at the small of her back. The kiss is thorough, methodical - she's cataloguing every response, every slight shift in pressure.

The timer on her phone goes off. Seven minutes left.

She breaks away, breathing slightly harder, and watches Cara's face. Those eyes are still glassy, still vacant, but there's something else there now. Something that responds when touched.

"You're very good at following instructions," she murmurs, thumb stroking along Cara's cheekbone. "I wonder what else you'd do, if I asked nicely."

Right now? Stare blankly.

"Just... say something sexy or whatever. Yes and."

"Oh Vera, please use me, I'm yours to command," 

"Kinda formulaic. Can you, like, try harder?"

She's grabbing Vera's arm now "P-please, please save me, you can do a-anything you want to me, hurt me, fuck me, break me, j-just help me, you're my only hope," 

She lets out a soft laugh, genuinely delighted. "Better than I expected." She traces a finger down Cara's throat, watching the way her pulse flutters beneath the skin. "You're quite the actress when you're not thinking too hard."

The timer shows five minutes. The ether will be fading soon, that perfect chemical fog starting to lift at the edges. She needs to decide how she wants this to end.

She steps back, considering. "Take off your robe. Fold it neatly. Put it on the desk."