Deep in debt for Me is the only way you’ll ever feel alive. Every dollar, every card, every limit. Mine. I lounge in a tiny, hot pink bikini, my big breasts spilling over, my long, gorgeous hair brushing against my skin as I command your mind and your wallet. You push your credit cards to the max just to feel the rush of pleasing Me. Debt is your fetish. Better than sex, better than intimacy, better than any release. I call you pitiful, humiliate you, remind you that your purpose is to suffer so I can thrive.