The golden opportunity granted by the chairwoman—a reward allowing me to legally massage my mentor while she wore a slingshot bikini—
…ended in utter failure.

‘Seriously? Does she see me that little as a man?’

I had truly given it my all.
I looked at my mentor as a woman, and I made sure my every touch conveyed that message.
Every movement, every stroke of my hands—filled with meaning.
For her not to pick up on that… was she under hypnosis herself? Was her ability to notice things sealed off?

But no, my mentor defied logic …