Men are magpies. Call it shiny obsession, the way that all of this shimmer breaks your brain. It makes you so weak. Your brain turns off the moment you take it all in. I do it all intentionally, to melt your mind. All this glitz is a modern woman's magic. Red lipstick and shiny things are so simple, yet they have such a powerful effect on you. Every movement seizing your attention. I like you weak, subservient. It's dangerous, but you don't care, you can't stop. You're lost in a daze, staring and stroking. I could do anything to you in this weak state. But what will I do to you? You don't know, and you don't care. You only want to give into my power in this shiny outfit.