You're obsessed with me. Sometimes you stare at me wondering how a body like mine could even be real. Is it? I am curvy. Muscular. Lithe. It's trivial for me to take control of you. It doesn't seem fair. So you fight....It's so easy for me, in fact, that I never bother to give you much at a time...You'd be overwhelmed. So I slow-drip the poison to you. It's a blessing that I let men look at me at all. Isn't it? Answer me in dollars.