Do 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 for a Goddess like me is your cash. You'll never be worthy of my touch, my attention. But guess what? You can pay for my dates, and fund my escapades with real men who know how to satisfy a woman. While they wi... and dine me, you'll sit alone, your hand on your sad excuse of a cock, jerking off to the mere thought of what I'm doing with a man who is everything you're not. You'll never feel the warmth of my skin, 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.