I know what you want...what you need to get off. You need a Boss Bitch like Me to tell you what to do. To tell you when and how much to spend. You’re such a loser. I can’t stand disgusting betas like you. You need My direction...not knowing if I’ll demand more. I’ll guide you through a set of tributes and you to hover your trembling finger over the send button. The anticipation takes you to the brink...the demand to click “send" sends you over the edge.