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So you actually think you deserve to date Me? How adorable. Let’s get one thing straight, loser – I’m not your girlfriend, I’m your ultimate luxury, and luxury comes with a very exclusive price tag. My weekly nails? $300. My designer wardrobe? Deplete your savings. That five-star vacation where I lounge while you worship My feet? Take out a second mortgage. Every swipe of your credit card is another step closer to your true purpose – transforming into the perfect ATM, dedicated to maintaining the Goddess on your arm. Congratulations, loser… you’re now officially in a relationship with a financial Domme. Now, pay up or get out.