These curves make you spend, don’t they? Every sway of my hips, every smile, convinces you to give me more, to prepare for my events, to obey my assignments without question. You’re my little wallet and my toy, and I know exactly how to make you hand it over.
I’ll manipulate you, give you tasks that tighten the leash, and watch you get mindfucked into adoration. Fail or succeed, you’ll be thinking of me, refreshing my messages, desperate for the next command to stroke and pay in honor of your addiction.