The best part about when I've set my sights on someone is that you usually won't know until you're already my puppet.
It always starts innocuous. I'll introduce myself, make some conversation. Maybe ask for a few innocuous things. Can you help me hang up my coat? Mind if I borrow your phone for a moment? Simple things. Hardly worth making a fuss over.
Give it a few days and agreement's become a habit for you. So when I ask if you could try on a nice dress I bought, your first instinct is to agree before you catch yourself. That's a bit too personal for someone you only met recently, isn't it? But I raise a good point - we're both girls, I'm just curious how it looks on someone that isn't me. Besides, when it's all said and done, I filled your head with so many nice compliments. The dress looks so pretty on you, you're welcome to keep it. It didn't fit me as well as I would've wanted anyway.
From that point I'm spending more time at your home. Just hanging out like friends do. Of course, you wouldn't want to inconvenience a guest, and it feels natural to do as I ask, so when I casually ask if you have any food you're happy to make dinner for me. You'd do this for any friend, right? But no one seems to quite enjoy your cooking the way I do. It makes you feel good.
At this point you're used to finding me in your house when you get home. You don't entirely remember if you gave me a spare key or not, but you brush it off - you probably did. Work is getting more and more exhausting, and like the caring friend I am, I notice how tired you are and offer a way to relax you with some hypnosis.
Your memories of that night are fuzzy, but you know one thing: it felt absolutely wonderful. It becomes something of a habit for us, me hypnotizing you to unwind every day after work. You spend all day thinking about how nice it'll be when you get home and can slip into a relaxing trance for me. That just sounds right.
After a few days, I make you an offer. Since you seem to like being hypnotized... I have this nice set of strings I made. They're made for puppets, but they'd fit nicely on you. Something to make sure you never have to think while they're on. You can just let my will be yours for a bit.
We add that to our routine. It's a little strange, but who cares when those strings are so cozy, and it feels so wonderful and relaxing? It gets to the point where you're spending more and more time at my house, instead of the other way around. You're spending less and less time doing what you want, and more and more time doing what I want.
Until all that's left is me... and your strings.
And voila! A new puppet for your queen. And to think this all started when you hung up my coat for me.