I hope to honor you with this proposal. I imagined a lady applying the coldest reality to the fact of working dressed in an erotically humiliating way, and even detailing in a rational and scientific way the fact of shitting on her.
However, her breasts would give away that, within all her rationality, she really does have a warm heart satisfying her intimate desire. But don't tell him. And let him continue to express the shield of his heart