You know what’s a better night than going out with your friends or your wife? Staying in and getting mind fucked by a gorgeous goddess into drinking and sending every dollar in your bank account—no matter if it’s your checkings, savings or investments. I want you to feel shameful the next morning when you’re sober, but you’ll be shameful enough that you’ll oddly crave to do it again and again. The beta in you can’t resist being humiliated and re-wired.