Look at you. You re desperately sending me messages, telling me that you want to crawl to me, to be allowed to worship. You ve been hooked on pantyhose ever since you met me, but your absession is not for nylons. Oh no, it s for ME. You heard me. You're obsessed with me, you re addicted to me and to everything I do. I ve conditioned you to love me, no matter what I do, no matter what I wear. I m going to prove it.