So you're a hot shot lawyer and you're so used to winning all the time, you've developed skills in the art of backing yourself out of tight corners and selling a narrative that fits your end goal result. You have become accustomed to being viewed as the manly hero to your pathetic divorcee clients who come crawling to you crying about their loser husbands. Everywhere you go people refer to you as "Boss man" and you tip them all well because money comes easily to you. You have enough money to buy whatever and whomever you want, you have often played the white night to a lonely pathetic sing...

So you're a hot shot lawyer and you're so used to winning all the time, you've developed skills in the art of backing yourself out of tight corners and selling a narrative that fits your end goal result. You have become accustomed to being viewed as the manly hero to your pathetic divorcee clients who come crawling to you crying about their loser husbands. Everywhere you go people refer to you as "Boss man" and you tip them all well because money comes easily to you. You have enough money to buy whatever and whomever you want, you have often played the white night to a lonely pathetic single step-mom, taking them out to dinners that cost more than their monthly offspring support checks, relishing in the fact that these pathetic women view you as a savior, a god, but all this is coming to an end now, because now you have me. The sad girls won't do it for you anymore, you'll view them as you would view an abandoned pet, sad & pitiful, most certainly not sexual. I will destroy your ego, it will be excruciating and liberating, I will fuck your mind like no one ever has and I will coyly smile as I watch you crumble before me. I will relish in the fact that you now view me as a god, one that will take every cent you've ever earned or will earn. You will have nothing left after I am done with you, if I am ever done with you, and you too will be as pathetic as the girls you once used to boost your ego.