Whatever imagination you had that you'd get to date me for free needs to be emptied from that pathetic brain of yours. I can't make it more obvious enough that I would never even touch a loser like you. You serve one purpose and one purpose only: paying me and being my finsub. But I decided, why don't I fuel your fantasies? How much do you think it'd take for me to finally let you take me out on a date? A couple hundred? A couple thousand? Maybe I'll feel generous enough to let you take me out if you pay me what I want. But we know how greedy I can get. So why don't we test this out by sending me the biggest tribute you've ever sent? Will you finally be worthy enough of my attention?