I’m laying on the bed, phone in hand, scrolling through sexy date outfits… while you just sit there, hard and hopeless, watching me get ready for a man who actually deserves me. every click adds more to my shopping bag—and every item? you’re paying for it. because that’s all you’re good for. a wallet. an obedient little atm. i tease, i taunt, i drain you one item at a time. and what do you get in return? not me. never me. but i did bring you a little something from last night’s fun… a used condom. the scent of a real man. i might let you taste it—if you finish paying for everything. and once you’re done? i stretch it over your pathetic face and permit you to snap a selfie, like the desperate little loser you are. that’s right. your reward for funding my pleasure? pure humiliation. pay. obey. and wear your shame proudly!