Who's my good little ATM? You are! You're the one I call every time that I have a lingering urge to fill one of my selfish greedy habits. You understand what an honor it is to be able to serve someone like me, swipe your card for me and hand over everything that my greedy heart desires. Nothing makes me happier--nothing makes YOU happier. You love all of the attention you get while spreading that wallet for me. I know that you get hard each and every time that I come along to milk that bank account. It's erotic to me. And you should be thankful for the opportunity to be able to serve and please your perfect Goddess. I get off on money and you love that about me, you love when I use you like my personal ATM machine.