"Princess, listen to me." Helena lifted her daughter's head.
"Mama, what do I do?" Daniela groaned devastatingly, as she looked to her mother for advice.
"You're going to go back to Neravalle, my love. You'll stick by your man's side even if he puts you at arms length. You'll comfort him, with your words, and between your thighs. Just like I taught you. A man can never resist the sweetness of a woman's core."
Daniela rolled her eyes. "Did you even listen to me, Mama? He doesn't want to sleep with me."
"No, you just haven't tried enough. I bought some expensive lingerie for you. Take them with you as you return. Bring some expensive whiskey along. You know Luciano loves a good whiskey. Talk to him sweetly. Laugh demurely. Use your feminine powers to hypnotize him. And when he is mesmerized by you, draw him to bed. Don't use protection."
"That's not possible," she shook her head. "Even when be doesn't use protection, he always pulls out."
