Chekov kept a composed look as Demitri opened the door for the long haired hypnotist to enter. Her profile surprisingly spoke nothing about her striking beauty, and started to wonder if Demitri had been compromised by her, despite sending him with a device
meant to shield most known forms of psionic influence.
Demitri pointed to the seat facing the Chekov's desk. She sat and snapped her fingers loudly, eliciting an obvious response from the younger Russian man. From her gesture, he slipped to the floor in front of her low enough so she could causally place her
feet atop his neck. Chekov narrowed his gaze as Hypnotia non-challantly spoke.
"My footstool here tells me you have a proposition to make."