I know your weakness. Your weakness is the undeniable beauty of a woman in luxurious satin. There’s something about that shiny material that just does something very primal to you. It’d not just any satin, specifically it’s these satin blouses and skirts. You’re already drooling just thinking of my satin blouse stretched tight over my tits. You associate this feeling, the texture of silk and satin with the warm curves of a woman. Your brain links it to the smell of a woman as she sits mere inches from you. You can’t reverse this kind of conditioning. You can only accept it and be aroused by it.