"Hello, everyone! And welcome to our fifth episode of, um..."
Dr. Kyrie scratched her head. She sort of felt like she was being pierced through by a burning, intense glaze. To be fair, she wasn't wearing anything but a lab coat and was hosting a lewd show in front of an INCREDIBLY horny audience, but this felt less sexual and more like regular staring. She really wasn't used to being stared at in a non-ogling context. It felt like accidentally drinking diet soda instead of actual soda- not TERRIBLE, but sort of off.
"Of, um... Hypnotic Play! As always, I'm your host, Dr. Kyrie Faulk, and, um... my... co-host..."
Kylie Faulk, who had taken off her magician's hat to scratch her head as well, sounded concerned as she looked at her uncharacteristically nervous sister. "Um, sis? Are you quite alright...?"
Dr. Faulk laughed it off. "Um! Yes, I'm fine. Just a bit of an odd feeling about this episode. Let's just skip the lengthy intro and pick out today's victim- er, 'patient', hm?"
Hearing this, quite a few hands in the audience shot up, eagerly waving back and forth, begging for a chance to get lost in paradise for an hour or two.
Dr. Faulk winced a bit as she felt the gaze burn into her more deeply. "Er... quite enthusiastic today! Kylie, dear sister, mind if I pick out someone today?"
Kylie, still scratching her head at her sister's confused expression, shrugged and said, "Sure- go for it, I suppose...?"
Kyrie looked over the crowd, trying to spot the one staring at her so intently. It took her a few minutes, but finally, she found her- a younger woman in a fairly modest dress and cardigan, her determined gaze framed by her round glasses, her flowy brown hair matching her hazel eyes, leering at her intensely.
Kyrie looked past her to see if anyone else looked even remotely as intense as this lady, but as soon as she broke eye contact, she felt the woman's eyes burn into her even more.
Kyrie pointed at the intense lady. "Alright! You! You win! I just HAVE to know why you're staring at me so intensely! I simply must know!"
The audience clapped as the woman strode up to the stage, adjusting her glasses and furrowing her brow a bit.
Kylie handed her the microphone. "So, how about you introduce yourself? Name, age, career-"
The lady looked into the crowd and spoke into the microphone- evenly, calmly, and yet with a certain undeniable energy that made the audience shiver. "My name is Dr. Faewyld Philia. 28 years old, a revolutionary materials scientist, the youngest prodigy in my field, and..." She turned to Kyrie and tilted her head. "THIS fool's former coworker. What on earth HAPPENED to you, Kyrie?"
Kyrie was taken aback in shock. "Fae!? Why, it must have been at LEAST a year since I last saw you! You underwent quite the transformation!"
Fae sighed. "Yes, yes, I know, the breasts are bigger. I thought an implant might help me with my love life, but it seems that my current... interest... likes them smaller. I might get it reverted back to its natural size- astounding that they can reverse it so easily now."
Indeed, Fae's D-cups really drew the eyes of the crowd, especially being constricted within a dress that was clearly not meant for holding such a large bosom. It gently hugged the curves of her body- loose enough to be considered modest, especially with the cardigan layered over it, but still just a bit sexy.
Kyrie turned to the crowd. "A man (or woman or otherwise gendered individual) of culture, I see! Yes, flat is justice, indeed! You're one lucky woman, Fae- I hope your crush returns your feelings someday!"
Fae sighed. "See, this is what I don't get, Kyrie. You were so different back in the day! You didn't care one whit about romance or sex! You were the most scientific, rigorous, passionately empirical scientist I had ever seen! And now you're here hosting an allegedly scientific sex show that does not adhere to even a SINGLE principle of experimental rigor! And-" She grabbed and tugged at Kyrie's lab coat- "You never even used to WEAR a lab coat! NOT ALL SCIENTISTS WEAR LAB COATS!"
Kyrie flinched, blushing a bit. "Hey, be careful! This is the only thing I'm wearing...!"
"See, this kind of thing is what I mean. You're so... perverted now! What's so appealing about all this, anyways? When I saw you on Strip-Off, you looked happier than I had EVER seen you in all your days as a scientist..."
"You watched that? Why were you watching-"
"Shut up, women of science get horny too. Anyways! I came here to do a sort of... research project. What is so enticing about this lifestyle you lead?"
"Er, well... I..."
Kyrie seemed to be a bit stumped by this question. She did really, truly enjoy science. So why, exactly, had she changed so much?
Kylie stepped forward. "Hmm... well... I think it would be best to let you experience a bit of Kyrie's life yourself, rather than have her answer. Observation, rather than word-of-mouth. Does that sound good to you?"
Fae nodded. "That's why I was so eager to come up here, after all. There's paperwork to sign, correct? Let me see it."
It took a bit longer than usual to finish reading the paperwork- Fae was more thorough than most when it came to documents. Finally, she agreed to the safeword, signed the paperwork, and sat down in the chair onstage.
Kylie took out her pendant and began swinging it in front of Fae. "Alright, Fae. Have you seen previous episodes of this show?"
"Yes, I have. In person, even."
"Do you believe in hypnotism?"
"Well, I didn't, but seeing it live made me less skeptical."