My body puts a spell on you... No man can resist kneeling down to look up at the heavens. Worship at My intergalactic heels, weak for the sight of My long, shapely legs in celestial fishnets. You may try to gaze at My beautiful face, but you are forbidden to make eye contact, left Tormented and teased by waves of obsession you feel every time you peek up My skirt. Every second an eternity of bliss, every moment deepening your infatuation. You thought you were hooked before, but now you are bound on a cosmic level.