My long, silky, shiny locks have you weak idiots on your knees ready to worship me. Watching my hairbrush pull through my gorgeous long princess hair makes your skin tingle and your heat race. Yes, everything about me is perfection. I have no flaws, you're all just peasants in my world of luxury and superiority. You should be honored to be kneeling at my feet, head bowed as remnants from my hairbrush drop onto you and you feel my glorious hairs tickling you