Game of Wits (Patreon)

There are women out there that are more beautiful than I am. Sure, I'm pleasing to look at -- but we both know what really what appeals to you: it's my mind, my wit, my intellect.

You like the game of it, our wits entwining, our minds battling for superiority as, sentence by sentence, I create a web to catch you.

You love the feeling of testing me, trying to find some way to best me, but finding that my hypnotic seduction is just too convincing.

You long to feel your thoughts outmatched by my words as I wrestle your subconscious into subjugation.

Again and again, you fall for me.

CN: Relish the feeling of being drawn in as I weave my words around you. Suggestion to wake up feeling quite groggy and confused -- to enjoy the feeling of having your mind stolen from you -- and for the feeling to clear within a few minutes.