At this point, other women bore you. Because... well... other women aren't ME. Your mind empties of all but the urge to stroke it for me when you see me. No other woman could possibly do it for you anymore. No one compares to me. Tell me loser.... how much more spoiled am I because of you? How much have you paid me at this point? How broke are you for me? The real questions though are... How much MORE could you spoil me? How much MORE cash can you pour into my greedy little princess hands? How much FURTHER into debt could you go for me?