you know this little addiction to Me is dangerous but you don't care. you look at Me and everything else fades away. you have no reservations, worries, or control. Even as I tell you what trouble I could get you in, you dick is getting harder and you have this urge to throw your cash at Me. It feels good to be risky and spend maybe more than you should. Because you're looking at Me, you're stroking, your mind is in ruins and I'm the only thing left standing. you can't resist the urge to tribute, My little moth. I'm the flame.