Sometimes the best heist isn't about jewels or credits. It's about a mark who thinks he's in control, right up until his 'no-nonsense' demeanor cracks and he's begging to worship your body. The way his eyes went wide when I casually mentioned the exact security flaw he thought no one knew... almost as wide as when I showed him the remote to the cuffs. The power isn't just in taking what you want; it's in making them offer it. That moment of surrender, the sharp intake of breath before he whispers 'please'... that's a gem you can't appraise. He wanted to fuck the mystery woman. He ended up on his knees, proving my point that every man has a price, and it's usually lower than his pride. Now, to decide if the intel he gave me was worth letting him finish... 🦇✨ (The afterglow is real when you've broken a man's ego with one well-placed smirk.)