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You’re nothing more than a wallet, and tonight, your purpose is clear—funding my entire girls’ night out. While me and my friends sip on top-shelf drinks, dine at the most expensive restaurant, and indulge in every luxury we desire, you sit there, helpless, watching your money drain away. I don’t ask—you exist to serve, to pay, to make my night unforgettable. Every swipe of your card, every over-the-top purchase, is a reminder that you exist for my pleasure, not your own. And the best part? You wouldn’t dare say no.