I've been accused of being a bit brash—and if I'm honest, maybe even a bit of a bitch. But that’s just part of what makes me so much fun. I suppose, in some ways, I’m so brash because I enjoy the control it brings, whether it's over my body, my sexuality, or even you. Somewhere within all that edge, I’ve managed to convince you to indulge my whims and surrender to my every impulse. When I say jump, you ask, "How high?" Because the truth is, beneath that tough exterior lies something more magnetic, something that pulls you in deeper each time. You might think you’ve chosen to give in, but we both know it’s me who’s been orchestrating this all along. Maybe it’s the way I carry myself—unapologetically fat, and bitchy—that makes surrender feel so damn natural to you. It’s a game, a dance, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
