You really think you stand a chance with me? Look at yourself, a pathetic loser, nothing more than a wallet on legs. The only use you have to a goddess like me is your money. You’ll never be worthy of my touch or my attention. But guess what? You can pay for my dates and bankroll my adventures with real men who know how to satisfy a woman. While they wine and dine me, you’ll sit alone with your hand on your sad excuse for a cock, jerking off to the thought of what I’m doing with a man who is everything you’re not. You’ll never feel the warmth of my skin or the touch of my lips. You’re just a pay pig, a financial cuckold, destined to fund my pleasure while you wallow in your own mediocrity.