Slow and sensual psychological and financial doom.

Drawn in by the glowing spiral and entranced by the h*pnotic beat, you mindlessly open yourself up to my trickery. You stare at layers of my perfect, hourglass curves swaying back and forth. You fall even deeper.

You hear my voice, sometimes approaching from a distance, sometimes circling around your head. You know I'm talking to you, but your mind feels too numb to order your thoughts. You only know my voice is pleasing, and you embrace its warm wash over you.

Whatever you do, don't think of triibuting. Paying tr... Show more