After your time in the holding pen, you’re broken down and exposed, nearly ready to spill your secrets. When I administer the truth serum, you pretend to resist, but I know that you are on the verge of breaking. Soon, your vision begins to swim and go fuzzy, doubles and triples of me moving in front of you. I begin to purr sensually, coaxing out every scrap of information. The dr*ug is taking over, overwhelming your brain, allowing me to steamroll over your conciousness. Everything feels like a dream– good and bad colliding in washes of blurred vision and my sensual body. The sound of my voice collides with your sense of self preservation and you begin to tell me everything.