<em>Wow, those girls move quickly. Ok then, that works out nicely.</em>He did hope Marion could hold on without him. He realized it had been a bit since her last dose. So long she didn't turn violent too quickly it would work out fine, but he dearly hoped she could keep enough of herself together to at least keep plan B occupied and distracted for a hooding if gentler methods proved too difficult.<br/><br/>While his polite response remained unanswered as Misty focused her attention to Marion, Plato had still poisoned Alexis' well. A young woman whose entire power base was solely built upon outsnobbing other snobs was in an ever precarious position. Being too overtly rude wouldn't help her cause either, as it would only drive what few friends she had with an intact conscience further from her. The sniggering of her friends as Plato continued to describe every snub and brush-off he and half the boys of their school experienced directly at her hands, with a skillful mixing of self-deprecation and detailed accounts of the failures her choice in men provided ample example of, soon won him no small amount of favor with her hangers-on. Everyone around her had felt what it was like to not meet her perfectionist standards, so to hear a firsthand account of Alexis' many gaffes and missteps was music to their ears.<br/><br/>Interspersed with these stories, Plato subtly found ways of excluding individuals, one by one, from the conversation by directing them elsewhere. He played matchmaker for several men Alexis had barely paid attention to, and saw to it that one girl who didn't meet the criteria of his superiors was properly inebriated and then safely taken care of by another friend.<br/><br/>In barely half an hour, Alexis was alone and separated from her herd. He set the trap.<br/><br/>"So, Alexis, if I recall you had in interest in a modeling career? What if I told you I knew a guy at a very prestigious agency looking for new talent they can build a franchise on?"