Her Soft Spot
The first step was done after little hiccups, but it was done eventually.
And now it was time to squeeze her dry of everything she knew about her race.
"Tell me everything about your race, your people, and everything about the enemy."
"You have to be more specific than that," she slowly stood up, while her face returned to look rosy and alluring like before, "you have to know that inside my body, inside all of our bodies, there is some sort of restriction that will prevent us from delving any vital information to outsiders like you."
I frowned when I heard what she said. "Are you telling me the power of your restriction is much greater than the power of the system?" I asked in doubt, and she snorted in response.
"Don't forget I came from outside," she shortly laughed, "so this pathetic toy you are calling a system can't do much to me anyway."
"Oh! Then kneel!" I ordered her to see if the contract would be effective or not. If not, then it'd be a problem.