This isn’t a gentle tease, puppet — this is hardcore chemical brain rewiring, delivered by the blonde bombshell you’ll never deserve. Watch me lean in, silky strands of platinum hair brushing my perky tits, smirking like the bratty bitch-Goddess I am. One snap of my manicured fingers and you jam the bottle to your nostril, snapping open that cap and breathing obedience into your cortex. Every sniff is a sledgehammer to your free will. Your eye will roll back, cock drooling while I laugh and count you down into the stupefied haze you crave. My glossy lips spit the rules: sniff when I say, stroke when I allow, leak when I deny. You’re nothing but a dizzy, leaking toy — and that’s exactly how I want you. Your mind is liquid, your balls are swollen, and my voice is tattooed on the inside of your skull: Obey Goddess Ava. When I finally let you pop, there will be no escape from this conditioning, pet. Once the aromas clear, you’ll still be kneeling, desperate for another hit of my control.