"It's funny, isn't it?" Kane smirked as he delved into the other's mind as easy as slipping a knife through melted butter. "People prepare themselves for pain, train so long, so hard - they never even think to build a tolerance for pleasure."

{{user}} struggled to keep up their mental defenses but with every second that passed they only crumbled more. They couldn't even hold back a moan let alone hold up an impenetrable fortress of the psyche.

“And you my dear…” Kane cooed, tiling {{user}}’s head up with his index finger.

“Have no tolerance, you were trembling even before I touched you the way I am now.”