What other purpose do you serve if not as a keeper of your finances? Each of your pennies is poised to effortlessly find its way into my clutch, straight from your submissive wallet. Tribute upon tribute flows seamlessly from your bank account to mine, in perfect alignment with destiny. With every gentle pull and release of my bodysuit zipper, it signals your obligation to contribute. Those $25 offerings may appear trivial, yet their accumulation outpaces your anticipation. In due course, your account will plunge into negative depths, your credit card stretched to its limit. You’ll find yourself devoid of autonomy, ensnared entirely in my enchantment. Your fixation on my zipper reveals your subservience, especially as my curves peek through with each unveiling. Surrendering your wealth to women is the ultimate testament to your inadequacy, reinforcing your acknowledgment of femininity’s divine authority. Embrace this truth: the most fitting tribute is rendered through your wallet.
