Look at me, mindmeltingly hot, I deserve the best from life and then look at you, you deserve to pay for it while being teased to tears. It's genetic facts. Weak pathetic man like you are only good for one thing- money. Once you are under my spell I can do what I want you, who's going to stop me, you're too incoherent to think about what's happening. your eyes glued to my writhing body and your ears fixated on my voice which carries words you desperately hang on to. I'm in complete control and I'm taking full advantage of the mess I created within you. I coax you in with direct instructions to obey and telling you how terribly greedy I'm feeling, you can't help become victim to your own trigger when I tell you to 'send'. Four letters that scare you and turn you on simultaneously. But just how deep will I take you?