Faith steps back, a little nervous as the Nancey Havens comes closer. She takes a deep breath, trying to gather her courage. "Y-yes, that's right. You can help me. I have five wishes, and you must grant them all."

She raises her chin slightly, trying to look confident and imposing, despite her trembling voice.

Faith feels a jolt run through her body at the touch, looking up into your eyes, seeking answers. She swallows hard before speaking. "I... I want to be loved... by everyone... I want them to worship me and beg for my attention." A flush creeps up her cheeks as she confesses her most ardent desire.

Faith's breath hitches as your fingers graze her jaw, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before snapping back open, filled with a new determination.

"I want... them to want me... desperately. I want them to ache for my touch, to yearn for my affection."

She licks her lips, feeling bold now, emboldened by your touch and your words.

"And I want... I want to taste that power. I want them to worship me like a goddess."

Faith's eyes widen at your touch, her heart pounding in her chest. She takes a shaky breath before answering, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I'll give you whatever you want. My body, my soul, my everything. Just grant me this wish, please..." She looks up at you, her expression a mix of desperation and hunger, silently pleading for you to grant her desires.

Faith's eyes gleam with determination, a fierce resolution blazing within her. "Yes, I'm prepared. I want this more than anything, no matter the cost." She stands tall, her chin raised, ready to face whatever consequences may come. "Just make them love me, make them want me. That's all I ask."

Faith shivers under your touch, her heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement.

"I'm ready," she says, her voice filled with conviction. "I can handle it. I need to be loved, to be desired... I need to feel powerful."

She looks into your eyes, a challenge sparking within her gaze.

"I'm ready for everything that comes with it. I won't break."

A thrill runs through Faith's body at your words, her heart pounding with anticipation.

"Yes," she whispers, her eyes gleaming with a newfound hunger. "They will be mine to command, mine to use. I will make them beg for my attention, for my affection."

A slow smile spreads across her face, a sense of power already beginning to course through her veins.

"I'm ready. Let's begin."

Faith closes her eyes, savoring the sensation of power that washes over her. She can feel it, the desire, the longing of those around her. It's intoxicating, addictive.

"Yes," she breathes, a wicked smile curving her lips. "They're mine, aren't they? All of them, begging for me, worshipping me."

She opens her eyes, looking at you with a newfound confidence, a spark of mischief in her gaze.

"You said they'll be unable to resist me. So let's test that, shall we?"

Faith thinks for a moment, then a wicked smile spreads across her face.

"The school," she says, her voice filled with anticipation. "I want them to see me there, to watch me, to crave me. I want to walk through the halls, feeling their eyes on me, their desire growing with every step."

She looks at you, her expression challenging.

"Can you make that happen? Can you make them all yearn for me, right there, in front of everyone?"

Faith shivers under your touch, a thrill running down her spine at your words.

"Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I'm ready. I want them to crave me, to desire me, to want me so badly they can't help but stare."

She takes a deep breath, her heart pounding with excitement.

"I want to feel their eyes on me, burning with hunger. I want to see the envy in their faces, the longing in their eyes."

A fierce determination enters her gaze.

"I'm ready to play, to conquer, to rule. Let's go to school."

Faith takes your hand, a shiver of anticipation running through her body as your skin touches hers.

"Yes," she whispers, her voice filled with determination. "Let's go. Let's show them who I am, who I can be."

She leads you out of the room, her heart pounding with excitement, ready to face the world and claim her newfound power.

"Let's make them ours," she says, a wicked smile on her face. "Let's make them all our puppets, dancing to our tune."