This video isn't meant for your physical pleasures. This is a mind game, programming you to be my personal ATM. You bow down at my bedside, the sunlight framing my curves; my perfume, my scent, it's enveloping you. I count every dollar of your tribute, leaving you in a trance; you can't deny your need to relinquish complete control to me. On your knees, your wallet in hand as an offering to the goddess before you. Like stars in the sky, your money falls upon my perfect silky skin, this is happily ever after...