You say you don’t crave cock, but Princess Paulina and I smell a lie. We know exactly how to extract lies from dishonest imposters like you. Strapped spread-eagle in our St. Andrews cross, we’ll get the truth out of you. Princess Paulina and I take turns interrogating you, each with our own flavor of manipulation. From me, you get the coy manipulative promise of freedom if you just admit you dream of a thick cock down your throat. From Paulina, you get ruthless intimidation and impatience. Tell the truth, and the pain stops. Keep lying? Well, say goodbye to your balls. Will you crack? Come on, just say it. You need cock.