The traditional "Art of Persuasion" usually involved making skilled demands to coerce something of perceived value out of the 'client' - for example, information, passwords, bank accounts, their body, so on and so forth.
However, the Dark Rizzards had taken this to a whole new level.
Typically, one might expect an 'enhanced interrogation' session, where inhumane acts were done in order to extract this value.
However, this was the modern age.
It was obvious that under duress, a person would usually say basically anything you wanted them to say, or offer anything that you wanted them to offer, but the Dark Rizzards had realised that this often led to less desirable results.
As a result, they had developed, after a lot of trial and error, a new strategy.
Namely, to simply tell them - the truth - to meet them with their own Truth first. If this failed, only then was the 'enhanced interrogation' utilized as a possibility. But cruelty for cruelty's sake - that didn't appeal. That... was just... inefficient.
As a result, she got straight to the point.
"Des Des..."
"As you know, the purpose of the Dark Rizzards is to extract the maximal value out of you. Now, between you and me, I don't care too much what that looks like, but it is true that the more value I milk out of you, the better it would be for you."
"You are a smart man."
"We can do this the easy and fun way, or the less easy, more... hard way."
She giggled, as she took off her heels, wiggling her nylon-clad toes, whilst also taking out several... implements.
"So... tell me... share with me... something of value, Des Des. You have 60 seconds... Do it right, and I promise I'll reward you beyond your wildest dreams. Do it wrong - and here, she glanced at the implements - and you'll wish you had never been born..."
'Des Des'' eyes bulged as he strained against the restraints but there was no escape.
"...And your time starts now."