You're too blinded by your own pleasure to face the reality before you. I'm no mere mortal, no. I grow stronger as your wealth and vitality wanes, taking everything you have, cent by cent, bit by bit. Indulging with me is going to be the end of you, but what a sweet release it will be. Is this how every man wishes to go out? Completely overtaken by pleasure in his last breath? A true femme fatale awaits, ready to use your own desires against you.