You're already so weak for my blackmail temptations. Just from a smirk, a bounce of my tits, or a giggle, and you bend in the knees to press send on that email with your info. But what if we play a game with more at risk? My clothes, for your info. My naked skin, for that pervy little photo of you. My pantyhose-less legs, for your credit card number. You can't say no. You won't.