Big, soft breasts spill from a skin-tight, low cut red dress, impossible to ignore and built to break you. The sight alone erases rational thought and pries open your wallet for another hit of the thing you crave most. Financial and mental domination weave together until your resistance is nothing but a memory.
I sound innocent, but my voice is a trap, soft and insistent as I give my commands. You will obey without question, because these breasts do more than seduce, they remake you. Give me what I want, and maybe I will let you feel useful again.