You let Emily head into the bathroom. You pick up the bags you had set down, head out the door and go back downstairs where the parents are still watching TV, though they now seem to just be eating snacks and glazing over whatever is on and barely paying attention.
"Hey guys." You say, standing in the middle of the carpet in-between the TV and them. "Can we talk about something?" You ask.
"...sure." Lindsey replies, as both she and Dan slowly direct a majority of their attention to you.
Before you begin your dialogue, you need to place a command.
~Whatever I talk about; whatever I ask, mention or imply; the two of you will not find it inappropriate or offensive or unusual on my part. No matter how personal or gross the subject matter, you will take what I say as valid.~
You wait a few seconds, just in case the commands take a second to sink in or something.
"What did you want to talk about sweetie?" Lindsey asks, getting a little impatient for you to speak up.
"Do you think that Emily masturbates?" You ask them.
"Oh, of course not." Dan immediately answers. He shudders. "It would be really terrible if she did."
"Hold on honey why are you so sure?" Lindsey inquires to her husband.
"Emily isn't that type of kid." Dan nods his head with up-most assurance.
"I dunno Dan, it's not like I ever let my parents realize I was sexually active at her age. I don't imagine you did either." Lindsey says.
"Well sure, but... Emily just isn't like that. She's never acted interested in boys in the first place." Dan says.
"Sweetie... you didn't realize I was interested in you for three years until I outright told you."
Dan scratches his chin, appearing a tad nervous.
".....ok fair enough, but I've never found anything weird in her room, or anything sexual on her browser history."
"You snoop around in her room and check her computer??" Lindsey exclaims.
"Well only a few times." Dan groans. "I know she's only a few years away from adulthood but she's still a kid for now, and it is absolutely my responsibility to take stock of what she's up to. And no, she hasn't gone to any shady websites, so I don't think there's any evidence that she's... like that."
"Baby, you can delete browser history." Lindsey puts her hand on his leg.
Dan just sits there silent, not sure about what to say next.
Thoroughly amused by this back-and-forth, you finally interject.
"Well guys, I actually was just spying on Emily; monitoring her in her room without realizing it, and I saw her masturbating."
Dan looks up at you very surprised and visibly uncomfortable.
"Yeah, she was doing it for well over 30 minutes. She was doing it with a lot of deft movement, so she's probably pretty experienced with it. It was on a porn site, and she used incognito mode to not leave any history behind." You expound on the data.
"Yikes..." Lindsey says. "Thanks for bringing this to our attention, Eric."
You hold back a chuckle. Dan just got chastised by his wife for so much as snooping around Emily's room, and now (thanks to the sapphire), you're being given approval for outright spying on her.
"Egh..." Dan folds his fingers together. "We're gonna have to give her a talk."
"A talk about what?" Lindsey asks him.
"Well it's too late now. Can't put a cork on that now that it's been released. We're just gonna talk to her about the difference between fantasy and reality." Dan explains.
You hear this, and consider this plan to be pretty boring. You should place a command and spice things up. You change Dan's opinion into...