You are my neighbor. You've come to visit me in order to complain about the very loud gatherings I've been having on the weekends. Of course, once you get a glimpse of me lounging on my leather sofa, all decked out in my luxurious furs, you become a stuttering mess. You can barely think. The sight, smell and feel of my lovely furs invades all of your senses and I easily dismiss your complaints without a thought. I tell you that I've seen you watching me. You've been lusting after me and my furs haven't you? I know your type. You're a submissive - a boy who needs to be put on his knees and made to worship his superiors. Don't bother denying it. I know that you're addicted to sight of me in my stunning furs. I easily seduce you and I make you to renounce your household, spouse and all, and give me everything - your home, your money, your pension. Everything you are belongs to me now...