You want my attention, don’t you, pet? Then open that wallet wider. Let me hear the sweet sound of your submission—**the chime of a notification, a tribute hitting my account.** The more you give, the more I might let you gaze upon my latex-clad curves, my throne, my dominion. Or… will you be greedy? Tsk. We both know the answer. **You’ll drain yourself dry just for the chance to be acknowledged.** Don’t you? Be honest.
