"I win, you gotta do anything I want," Elisa said, smirking and putting her hands on her exaggerated hips.
"Such as?" Dr. Smith pressed.
Elisa's expression went blank for a moment. Her greatly reduced intelligence couldn't comprehend what he meant.
"Well, duh. I think it'd be kinda obvious, y'know?" she said.
Dr. Smith sighed. He knew exactly what she meant, and felt it was counterproductive. But he couldn't hide the fact that he was greatly aroused by the idea. He found Elisa incredibly attractive.
He'd have to deal with this carefully. And slowly. He'd probably end up having sex with her multiple times before her therapy was completed.
Purely for professional reasons of co... oh, fuck it. He wanted to screw the hot bimbo chick.
But he was perfectly honest in his desire to help her become herself again. And he knew Goliath would be the key to it. But first, play along with her. Work her into the game and trap her.
"All right," he said, placing his arm on the table. "Let's go."
Elisa smirked, and placed her arm against his. Dr. Smith quirked an eyebrow. Despite her slutty, soft appearance, he could feel the strength she had. Her bimbofictation hadn't removed the physical training she had received as a policewoman.
Interesting, he thought.
The match begins.
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