Tony used the Truth Eye to find whether she is telling the truth or not.
'Hahaha…' Elsa was laughing internally.
"Damn…" Tony uttered as he understood what was happening.
Elsa was actually enjoying his pleasure session while keeping her mind sane.
Soon, Tony sat on the edge of the silk-sheeted bed, his breath slightly ragged, staring at the woman before him.
Elsa's hair was dishevelled, and her cheeks flushed with a rose-red hue— a direct result of his Pleasure Doctor techniques. With his pleasure techniques, her mind should have been a completely open book, stripped of all defenses and completely in control of his will.
Yet, as he looked into her deep, crystalline eyes, he didn't see the blank, submissive glaze of a broken mind. He saw a spark. A cold, calculating spark.
