You’ve always had a thing for hands, and My hands in particular drive you wild. My perfect skin tone, long, slender fingers, impeccable nails...you love to bliss out thinking of them beckoning you, caressing you, stroking your hair. Every graceful motion of My hands draws you in and makes you weak. So stare at them and lose yourself, loser, look at them as they motion you toward Me, as I open a palm expectantly. What do you think My hands want from you? Oh, I think you can guess. Hand it over.