Look at you — my pathetic little dildo dummy. You say you’re straight, but we both know those toys have seen more action than your sad little excuse for a life. You love how they never judge you, right? How they let you act out all those filthy, secret cravings — the ones you’d never admit out loud. But guess what? I know. I see you. You’re not just curious… you’re obsessed. And every time you reach for that dildo, you’re admitting exactly what you are — a desperate, submissive, bi-hungry loser who wishes it was the real thing. But don’t worry, babe. I won’t tell. Your little silicone secrets are safe with me… for now. Just don’t forget who’s really in charge of your cravings. Me.