Oh, you did bring me that shiny little plastic tonight—your precious American Express AMEX credit card—and guess what? The moment it’s in my hands, it’s my playground. Watch as I turn your “Platinum” status into pure panic, draining your limit faster than you can say “statement balance.” Those sneaky charges? Oh, they’ll be delicious — from scandalous lingerie in Paris to champagne sips on a Tuesday afternoon— each ping making your cock twitch and your debt spiral… all for me. This isn’t just spending, cash slut, it’s a hostile takeover, and the real addiction? It’s not the card, it’s me — your irresistible, unstoppable financial predator. Now, hand over that number and let’s see how deep this rabbit hole goes!
