You’ve done it again. You have let another affluent brat rinse you of everything, warranting an urgent message from your bank. Caught in the middle of a findom addiction episode, you are helplessly vulnerable to the voice on the other end of your bank's line. Instead of the professional branch manager you expect to hear, you are greeted by a young, bratty voice. Totally enchanted by the fraud department manager’s voice, she wraps you around her finger quicker than her phone cord.