That's right. Come. Drop down low and come to terms. It's only getting worse. I'm becoming less...delicate about this. Sometimes men run up to tell me how they're "not into" financial domination. That's cute. It doesn't really matter what you're "into," though. Because you're here. You're into me. And I've been playing a very long game. You may *hate* it. But it doesn't change a thing. You think I like it? Having to deal with the constant burden of male desperation that my general existence inspires? Turnabout is fair play, of course. And pulling you into a terminal cycle of fear and lust is how I've won your mind. Even when you block me out, your resistance wears you down. It's only proof you're mine. Once you take the poison, it's only a matter of time.