"It's almost pathetic, really, how transparent you are. The way your eyes glint with that desperate need whenever money is mentioned. You want to resist, but deep down, beneath that feeble facade of strength, you know what you are. Just a weak-willed financial plaything, born to serve, to surrender, to sacrifice. You might fool others, but not me. Your every breath, every hesitation, every pathetic attempt at defiance screams your true nature — a mere puppet, yearning for strings to be yanked by my commanding hand. So why fight it? Embrace your pitiable purpose, bow down, and let my voice carve its way into your feeble mind, until there's nothing left but your undying urge to serve. Press play, if you dare