This dress is a weapon, and I know how to use it. Every shiny, wet curve is a calculated invitation, a snap of fabric against my ass that slides straight into your head and makes everything else fade. Think of your wife, then laugh, because she could never own you the way I do.
I will manipulate you with nothing but a look and a sway, pulling you past loyalty and into surrender. Watch me demand your weakness, watch you crumble, and decide which side you’re on. There are two kinds of people, and tonight I’ll prove which one you are.