You are nothing but My walking wallet. My human ATM. I know how to push every one of your buttons, sparking your desire until you melt into a weak little mess. I can manipulate you with such ease - and all you can do is give in. It feels good to give in, doesn't it, loserboy? It feels good to pay. And pay. And pay. The more you spend, the better you feel. Every time you pay, pleasure courses through your body, mingling with shame and the most exquisite exhilaration. You hand over your cash and I laugh in your face, prancing off to spend it with all of the reckless abandon of a greedy, merci... Show more