All weekend I celebrated, shopped, and lived perfectly while your cash made it happen. You sent it to Me, and you loved every second of watching Me enjoy the life you bankroll. Now you get to wonder exactly what I bought, who I smiled with, and how gorgeously I wasted it—while you sat and stroked your pathetic little ego.
Stay. Watch. I’ll show you the spoils, the receipts, and the way I flaunted what you gave Me. Maybe I’ll let you beg for crumbs, maybe I’ll make you pay again. Either way, you funded My pleasure, and you will enjoy every humiliating reminder.