YEAH, take that, you braggy noblewoman. You may have had more men, but they clearly pale in comparison to Molotov's sexual monster of a husband.

This is going excruciatingly slow for Molotov, and she rolls her hips, fingers knotting against Lucrezia's head to express herself. And then she realizes that she can force this to go her way.

"Now," she commands, utilizing her understand of her newfound power to hypnotize. It's entirely possible that it won't even work, but it's worth a try.