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I don’t have to say a thing to keep you locked in place. Just me, dangling my cheetah print slippers… barely acknowledging you. That’s all it takes, isn’t it? You sit there, totally obsessed, hoping—begging—for even the slightest bit of attention. But all you get are the occasional bratty looks I throw your way… just to remind you that I know you’re watching. And I don’t care. I don’t need to speak. I don’t need to tease. I don’t need to do anything for you. Because the truth is, watching me ignore you turns you on more than anything else. You’d do anything just to be noticed. And still—I give you nothing. Just these slow, lazy dangles… my slipper slipping off my toes… and those dirty little looks that say you’ll never have me. Keep watching, loser. This is as close as you’ll ever get.