Ah, my dear little plaything, back again for another round of delicious torment? You tell yourself, "I shouldn't do this again," but who are you kidding? Your willpower is as flimsy as tissue paper. Every time you hear my smooth, velvety voice, it sends shivers down your spine, bending you to my will, making you my willing puppet. You try to resist, but it's futile. You're addicted to the way I mindfuck you, to the way I drain your wallet as easily as I drain your senses. You're just a horny, weak-willed mess, and you love it.
You sit there, telling yourself you won't give in, but we both know the truth. You're desperate for my control, for the humiliation and ... that I so expertly deliver. With each word, I reprogram your pathetic mind, turning you into nothing more than a drooling, cash-spilling mess. You're stupid for me, horny for me, and oh so ready to let the dollars drip from your fingers into my waiting hands. Welcome back to your reality, my little ATM. It's time to embrace your true nature and pay up.