You crave the sight of my perfect cleavage, and I know how to make that craving a religion. I’ll smile, shine my outfit, and let my words slide into the softest parts of your mind until you’re convinced I hold every answer. Tit worship isn’t just an act for you, it’s your submission, and I’ll turn that worship into beautiful ruin.
Watch as your will unravels, each breath drawn closer to my breasts and further from your dignity. This is a cult of pleasure and control, and I’m the high priestess who demands tribute. Come for the view, stay to feel your world rearranged — emotionally, mentally, and in your wallet.