You couldn't help but try to make small talk with Me when you saw Me across the bar earlier, taking notice of My sweet perfume that instantly captivated you as soon as you sat down next to Me. You actually thought you got lucky when I invited you back to My place, never suspecting that you'd met a Woman who loves to prey on weak men like you. Once in the privacy of My home, I present to you one of My most prized possessions - a crystal bottle that holds a potion passed down in My family for generations. Known to Us as 'The Slavemaker', it looks harmless enough, and considering how taken you... Show more