My Legs are MY Weapons

You have come to see Dr. Steal for some therapy. You are a loser and you can't stop thinking about hot women, hot legs and jerking off every chance you get. But Dr. Steal already knows that you will spend your one hour therapy session staring at her legs and not hearing a single thing she is saying.

So she decides to use her legs as weapons to tease you, taunt you, make you weak and finally destroy you. She doesn't really care if you are a return customer for more therapy. She's quite content if she never sees you again. In some way that would mean her therapy was successful wouldn't it?