Consider trust: a nonsense concept. Either one yearns so badly one will sacrifice one's defenses to achieve it, or one yearns for defenselessness itself. Either way one has ceded control over one's desires, for what is more malleable than desire? In the paws of a lioness one can be remade to want new and terrifying things. Such is trust! Nothing more than a failure to defend one's own desires! 

There is no value judgement attached to that failure, though. It is natural! If you place yourself in a position where you do not defend your desires then your desires were not powerful enough to command your absolute allegiance. As one's heart is run through Venus' crucible the slag is burned away and the steel is alloyed and purified ever towards the transcendent cravings of the constellations! So trust is not a weakness, it is the act of submissively seeking a purer desire! 

"Is that so, sister Crane?" said Zhaojun. "Can you render your heart vulnerable? Can you render your charms superior? Can you weave your mind and soul and body into a trap so sweet that it will drown a gluttonous fae who tries to drink from you?"

She doubted it. This was raw sugarcrane, not pure rose honey. Take her, thresh her, purify her in heat and wet and dissolve her in coffee and she could be a pleasant sweetener at best. One couldn't satisfy the hunger of a soul as decadent as her quarry with a snack, even though she [i]was[/i] a snack. 

"Of course you can!" she said radiantly. "After all, as I said, you are a priestess just like me! Your soul is ready for this duty. You will open like the Nepenthes Thai and enchant the fae so entirely that it falls into you - and as it falls enraptured by your beauty, I shall work its undoing. Each knot you untie from your dress shall bind the rakshasa ten times over!"

[The Mask: 6!]