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Hello, Mr. Bond. I know we've had our brief encounters in the past, but I think we should act on those "urges" you're always talking about. Are you feeling woozy? Yes, of course there was something in your drink. Your favorite martini, so easy to spike with a d r u g that renders you unable to move, but able to hear and see. A heady cocktail to be sure, because that funny taste in the back of your throat is the accompanying truth serum, making you unable to lie to me. What do I want? I want those other jewels, the ones you were carrying for Her Majesty. One of them has something very important inside, the others.. well.. diamonds are a girl's best friend, aren't they? So tell me, Mr. Bond. Why do you fight it? I don't have time to wait, I'll have to use a second dose. Your problem has always been that you couldn't say no to a beautiful woman and now that weakness will be your undoing. The more the d r u g courses through you, the more aroused you become, the weaker you become.. look at how hard your cock is! Allow me to help you with that. A little stroke, a brush of my skin... give me the information I need. Once you've given me everything I need, I'll have to dispose of you.. and I think I'll induce cardiac failure with an overdose
