You call me into your office; citing something about my attire not being "suitable" for work. I quickly turn the tables on you, informing you I know you're always checking me out - I could open my mouth and go straight to upper management, not to mention your wife..But no, you don't want that. Instead, I make you to sniff for me, repeatedly, taking control of you wallet and your marriage. You're mine now, not hers; and so is your money.