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I casually scroll on my phone in front of you. Even a stupid meme deserves more of my attention than you ever could earn. You're just a pathetic little viewer, kneeling there invisible to me, while I ignore your existence completely. I pretend you don't even exist, your desperate eyes feasting on me from afar, knowing you're not worthy of a single glance or word. How humiliating it must be, watching me adjust my lingerie straps slowly, teasingly, completely disregarding your throbbing need. Let me make this clear, I thrive on your denial, leaving you aching and alone. You are not worthy of my attention.