Madame Meiko drapes her perfect curves in skin-tight, glossy PVC that catches every light, mocking you with reflections of everything you'll never deserve to touch. She knows your weakness for shine—that pathetic twitch in your useless cock when latex squeaks and leather gleams. Today she's wearing the expensive heels you bought last week, the ones that cost more than your monthly rent, and she's going to make you spend more from her luxurious wishlist
