You've got that feeling again. The one you try time and time again to resist. But you find yourself aching for the idea of this clip already. Expectations have been set, your mind has been primed. In the presence of your perfect Goddess, you have no mind, only the purest desire to serve. To feed my wealth. To feed my greed. To spend. The more I want to take, the more desperate you become to give. You do so impulsively, without apprehension. It's a reflex. I snap, you send.