With my red hair and dark lips, I look like a siren, sent to lure you to your demise. You weakness is smoking and I know it. Watching the smoke pour from My soft, shiny lips will captivate you. You're going to kneel before Me, offer up your wallet and beg to be My ashtray slave. Beg Me to blow smoke in your face, you to inhale My second hand smoke. Beg Me to use you like an ashtray. I'll make you whimper, beg and pay.

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