Dressed in a deep burgundy corset, gloves, and leather shorts, I am the vision you cannot resist. My voice wraps around your mind like silk, commanding your devotion. You feel your thoughts slipping, your will dissolving. My long legs in sheer black nylons make you weak — each movement pushing you deeper under. You were made to worship me. To kneel. To kiss my heels and forget who you were. You're mine now.