There is a level that only a few men reach. It is not the level of polite conversation, nor repetitive questions, nor "what do you like and what do you desire"; no, this is surface-level talk. This is the talk of people who haven't understood "the game" yet. We are not here to play on the surface; we want to go all the way down, to the place no one touches unless they understand female psychology correctly. There is a sea, a strange sea I call the "Sea of Suggestion," and not just any man knows how to swim in it. Why? Because this sea doesn't need money, doesn't need a physique, doesn't need muscles, and doesn't need trivial methods or ready-made lines from "TikTok." This sea requires presence; it requires awareness; it requires a man who knows how to enter her mind not with words, but with feeling. This sea is the place where a girl strips off all the roles she has worn for long years.