She wrinkled her nose, almost in distaste. "You compelled them? How...boring."
She had worked with hypnotists before. Jervis, Jonathan...she was sure her father could even pull it off if he was bored enough, but to her, it had always seemed...bland. There was no fear, no rush. Even to their dying breath they didn't care, and what was the point, if your victim didn't meet death face to face?
Yes, it would work for crowd control and not having to chase an escape down, but fear did the same, as did lust.
She drowned her next shot, fishing her phone out of her dress and flicking a few times before sliding it to him, just as loud game show-style music blared from the tiny speakers. "you should always have style," she said, heading for the dance floor.
On the small screen, a younger version of herself was laughing as someone got a triva question wrong, the poor 'contestant' being dropped into a pool of 'water', his skin bubbling away as acid ate at it, the screams of pain and fear almost drowning out Enigma introducing the next...guest.