Your addiction grows stronger every day, aching for me, stroking for me. I don't blame you, after all I'm perfect, look at me. I stir those feelings deep inside of you, that primal desire, but you know you'll never get to touch me, you're not worthy of me. You're nothing but a weak slave to me, and this is the closest you will ever get to the divine. Sexy black lingerie, hugging my curves, contrasting my fair skin, practically nothing covering my ass. It's truly impossible to think straight while I tease you, so don't bother, just listen and stroke for Goddess Rose.
