This is the best Valentine’s Day you’ve ever had, you sexless cuck slave. You get to be ignored while I take selfies in my new Agent Provocateur lingerie, paid for by your money, for my lover. I silently tease you as I prance in front of the camera, trying to get the perfect angle so my lover gets a glimpse of who’s fucking him senseless on Valentine’s Day, while you whimper and pine for the impossible dream of being worthy of me. You will never be worthy of being my lover, and you know it. The best you can hope for is serving as my tripod while I take those juicy photos in luxuries you funded.