Director Hayes, with the cold pistol resting between her hands, hesitated. Ethan's smile was hypnotic, and she felt her hands burning. Ethan's touch was so soft, so precise, that she was beginning to experience sensations she had never felt before, despite her terror.
What the Director didn't know was that Ethan had activated [Erotouch].
And what she was feeling was the magic of Ethan's ability, which allowed him to touch with the exact pressure, angle, and spot to ignite her, overriding her judgment and capitalizing on the psychological vulnerability that [EroVision] had revealed.
The Director sighed, exhausted by the internal struggle. She slowly lowered the gun and placed it on the polished wooden surface of the desk.
"You win, Mr. Blake," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "I truly don't understand how someone as deranged as you thinks, to the point of putting a gun in my hands so I can kill you."
