**Chapter 3: The Perfect Brew**

The next afternoon, Regina, Jasmine, and Keisha walked into the quiet coffee shop, scanning the room for Ms. Thompson. They spotted her sitting at a small table by the window, sipping on a latte and typing away on her laptop. The plan was set in motion. Regina nodded to her daughters, and they seamlessly put on a show of being friendly and approachable. They "accidentally" bumped into Ms. Thompson, spilling their bags and books in the process. Apologetic and gracious, they offered to buy her a drink and invited her to join them. Ms. Thompson, being the kind and polite person she was, agreed, and they all sat down at a cozy corner table. As they chatted and laughed, Regina expertly distracted Ms. Thompson while Keisha snuck into the bathroom to prepare the truth serum. The serum, a clever concoction that Regina had spent weeks perfecting, was designed to render the drinker unusually chatty and susceptible to suggestion. Keisha carefully poured a few drops into Ms. Thompson's drink, making sure not to alert her. As they sipped their coffee and engaged in small talk, Ms. Thompson began to open up, sharing stories about her childhood and her passion for teaching. Regina, Jasmine, and Keisha listened intently, their eyes locked onto hers, as they waited for the serum to take effect. At first, it was just a slight loosening of her inhibitions. Ms. Thompson giggled a little too loudly, and her words slurred ever so slightly. But as the minutes ticked by, her demeanor changed dramatically. She began to reveal intimate details about her personal life, her fears, and her desires. Regina's eyes sparkled with excitement as she leaned in, her voice low and conspiratorial. "Tell us, Ms. Thompson, what's the one thing you're most afraid of?" Ms. Thompson's eyes glazed over, and she blurted out a secret, a deep-seated fear that she had never shared with anyone. Regina, Jasmine, and Keisha exchanged a triumphant glance. They had her right where they wanted her. As Ms. Thompson continued to spill her secrets, the three women listened with rapt attention, their faces set with determination. They knew that with this information, they could blackmail her into doing their bidding. And what they wanted more than anything was for her to come home with them. "Ms. Thompson," Regina said, her voice dripping with sweetness, "we've had such a lovely time getting to know you. But now, it's getting late, and we're heading out of town for the weekend. Why don't you come with us? We have a lovely estate just outside the city, and we could use some...company." Ms. Thompson's eyes fluttered, and she nodded, her mind foggy and unclear. "Yes, I'd love to..." Regina smiled, a cold, calculating smile. The plan had worked perfectly. They had Ms. Thompson right where they wanted her. And now, it was time to take her home.