That's what he wants Priti to tell him whilst a stiletto crushes his ball sac
YES PRITI YOU CAREERIST NOTHING-Person HURT ME PUNISH ME DESTROY ME LIKE THE PLEB I AM AAAAH
CRUSH THE HAMSTER WHIP MY BALLS UH UH I NEED TO SPRAY AAAAH
... Tell you what, that'd be a wicked horrid dose of post-cum clarity for ya. You'd be looking down at your knob and back handing it asking it WHY
Slapping it as it starts to wilt and your intentions are sprayed all over the curtains (I don't want to imagine she would permit anything more intimate and at any rate I'd personally sooner ruin that Travelodge)
WE GOT EACHOTHER IN SOME SCRAPES ALRIGHT BUT THIS IS AN INFAMIA TOO FAR. You'd be punching shite out your dick you would perhaps literally I don't know how clean she is maybe her servants wipe her arse for her who knows who wants to know the grotty immoral fuckbag
You'd wake up in the morning and she'd yawn and re-explain the pre-ratified terms of the engagement you shared. It's just business we trust we can rely on your vote
Then you'd peel off the latex mask and try in vain to do your paper-round