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I get paid to exist. I know it drives you wild, just to think about the fact that I get lavished in cash, fawned over financially, just for existing in My natural perfection. Pretty privilege, women like Me can so easily take advantage of the natural superiority We were blessed with, build a life you could never even dream of, stepping on adoring betas backs. Now you’re one of those many devotees… who pay Me just to exist, whose cock twitches every single time you send, a self fulfilling cycle of adoration, teasing your triggers and pulling you ever deeper into My orbit. You’ll do anything just to please Me, anything just to feel that validation of My acknowledgement. The ease with which I manipulate you just makes you even more desperate to give in to Me, true superiority, how could you ever resist? My magnetism, the thrill you get when you click send, it all just feels too good