You actually bought me my panties and think that gives you the right to see my perfect little ass in them? How adorable. Maybe I’ll list a few reasons you’ll never get to peek, even after you paid—because you’re a loser, because my panties are for me to worship myself, because your coins only bought a fantasy and not permission. Keep rubbing, keep begging, and maybe I’ll consider letting you smell the idea of them.
You wanted validation, but what you bought was another lesson in your place. I’ll make you earn every second of attention you crave, and by the time I’m done with you, you’ll know exactly how useless you are when it comes to owning me.