I love money, cash especially. I count out a pile of New Zealand dollars, telling you how much I enjoy our notes, especially the extra large $100 bills. I explain how much I like feeling money between my fingers and how hot and wet I get when you send me your hard earned cash. I explain that I know the rush you get from tributing everything you can to your Goddess, and that giving me your money is basically the only way a pathetic specimen of manhood like you can hope to arouse me.