"Jennifer," Ms. Davidson began, "now you have a most potent gift, indeed. Lurking between your thighs is the instrument of my ascension to power. Can you feel it inside of you? Now the very scent of you will draw new allies to you! Your very presence in a room will inflame the lust in any man or woman."
"I don't understand," said Jennifer.
"I've given your loins the kiss of lust. Even now, as you stand before me, I can smell the change in your scent. Not unlike the musk of a she-wolf, it will serve to arouse those around you."
"Wait..wait..wait,"interrupted Jennifer," You mean that no matter where I go, people are going to want to fuck me? Ugh..not that I'm truly complaining, but I've already changed three times since I've been here, and I'm a little sore."
Ms. Davidson laughed lightly, "No, not at all, my dear. Well..at least not unless you want them to. As long as your sex is contained in pants, or covered by panties, the pheremones won't be detectable to anyone."
"Oh," replied Jen, breathing a sigh of relief, "I was worried I wouldn't be able to leave my room. "
"That wouldn't be particularly effective to my needs, to have you trapped in your room, my dear. Remember one thing above all else: I'm always thinking ahead, since I am eternal. Things you might not understand now will become much more clear later."
Jen nodded, not wanting to displease her mistress."Now go, Jennifer. You'll find another set of clothes on the end table by the door. Come back to me in two days time, and give me a progress report."
Jen smiled, "I'm quite sure you'll be pleased, mistress," her eyes flaring red. She headed down the stairs, finding the clothes, just as promised, by the door, folded neatly on an end table. Heading out the door, Jen already was thinking of her next step.