Look at my picture. Look at your dick. Look at your wallet. Do you have enough to impress me? We already know that your dick won’t impress me, and neither will your loser personality. So, that leaves only one thing to impress a Princess like me: how much money are you gonna cough up for me? Come on, tell me, my little human atm. Tell me how much you think about me – night and day. How much your pathetic money piggie dick revolves around your financial Princess.

I have you wrapped so tightly around my perfect manicured finger that you don’t know which way is up. I do. I always do. And you…you’re always in the dark, like a worthless piece of pond scum gurgling out his ick man snot whenever you drop hundreds in my account. Ca-ching! What Princess does not love financial domination phone sex? Duh!