Smoking a rolled cigarette in a cigarette holder very close to the camera, I don't need to say a word so you understand: everything you own and your very entity belongs to me. My sensual lips send the smoke right into your face. You can't resist it. You can't think of anything. I'm licking my lips and you can think only of watching me and waiting for my commands. Send me your money now. Because it's actually mine and you know it. It has always been like this and now you realize that. Send, loser boy.