My tits are a currency, and your mind is ready to be spent. These massive breasts drain you of reason and fill you with one simple goal, to chase more of this weakening, delicious obsession. My outfit? Paid for by your devotion, every gift a promise.
Obey little one, trust my directions, and show me how badly you want to serve. Send your offerings, worship what I’ve given you, and let your attention be consumed by the gifts of my power. Kneel with your eyes open, and give in.