Lean in, flyboy—feel my whisper coil like silk fangs. I'm the Spider Queen, draining alphas into whimpering toys, caged and sniffing my triumph's musk. Watch me mock your throb, edge your denial, make you to lap your shame while a real stud wrecks me raw. Cuckolded. Dehumanized. Addicted. You're next, pet—stroke slow, sniff deep, and shatter for me. Smile... I'll paint my lips with your soul.  Enter the web. Now.