“Sit still, we’ll be back in a minute.” The older guy grunted, then the two men left the room.A couple of minutes went by, while Andrea regained...some composure. She stood up and walked around a little bit, her dress clinging to her feminine curves. Then she tried to open the door, but it was locked from the outside.Andrea began banging on the door, “Let me out, let me out. PLEASE! Let me out!”Suddenly the door was flung open, knocking her back into the room. Five men rushed in four only wearing. “Okay. Are you okay?” “Sure.” “Good,” he said. It was so hard to gauge what she was thinking. It was so hard to gauge what anyone was thinking. How do people do this? he remembered thinking, mere moments ago. She regarded him. “I’m fine. I really am.” The edge of irritation had gone away. “You’re not angry?” “No more than usual.” She allowed him a small smile as she said it. “I’m glad.” She said, “Am I going to see you again? I mean, not that you have to or anything.” She spoke a little too. It won't work.Second. Have the subject sit in a very comfortable chair. In my stories I use a number of techniques that involve standing. Those methods work, but they are not for the novice. Establish that the subject is comfortable. The subject should be wearing loose clothing (or no clothing - in a warm room) to increase comfort. There are several methods that you can use to induce a trance. You are dealing with a willing subject, so they should all work. All of the methods take enormous. He crossed the room to her, spinning her around to face him. “It is not done yet. It will not happen. Everything we said is true. I will never want anything but this.” He caressed her shoulders, staring into her brown eyes. Usually so full of hope, tonight they were dulled. He had seen this look before. When they stopped to think about their situation, when they acknowledged that they were never supposed to have been, she seemed to shrink into nothing. “Are you here, my love? Are you still.