Let the Show Begin!
Seeing Cynthia with her back turned, not uttering a word, Yvonne continued, "Inside that glass is a highly concentrated concoction, a drop worth a fortune. The moment it touches your lips, any semblance of virtue or chastity is lost. You'll willingly succumb, becoming the very embodiment of desire!"
"You... You actually drugged me..." Cynthia, supporting herself against the wall with one hand, spoke weakly, breathless and on the verge of collapsing at any moment.
Witnessing her condition, Yvonne wore an excited and malicious smile, "Indeed, and what can you do about it? You see, just to be safe, I added not one, but five drops. And you, foolishly, emptied that glass without a second thought. Quite the extraordinary level of stupidity!"
"Aren't you enjoying yourself tonight? Tomorrow, when everyone sees you cavorting with random men, I wonder how glamorous you'll appear then! Let's see if Tristan is still interested in a whore who's been fucked by countless random men!"