— COME, BOY. I CAN SEE THAT YOU’RE PARCHED — THIRSTY TO BE HANDLED, USED, AND OBJECTIFIED. PARCHED TO BE TRAPPED BY MY DELICATE YET FIRM HANDS, CRAVING TO BE CAPTURED, CAPTIVATED, HAVE YOUR SOUL CANNIBALIZED, DEVOURED LIKE A DELICIOUS SNACK, YOU’RE PINING TO BE MESMERIZED, IRREPARABLY CORRUPTED FOR THE SAKE OF SENSUAL FEMALE DOMINATION — OR RATHER — FIXED once and for all; FOR NOTHING IN THIS WORLD SEEMS RIGHT EXCEPT FOR BEING SUBORDINATE TO EFFORTLESS BEAUTY AND WISDOM, A PROOF OF NATURE’S DIVINITY, CONDITIONED TO CONTEMPORARY SETTING — A GODDESS OF BONES AND FLESH, DIGITALIZED. GENTLY LED INTO SUBMISSION BY THE SEDUCTIVE AND MESMERIZING MOVES /THE WAY I SWAY MY SOUL MAKES MY BODY GROOVE/ IT CAPTIVATES YOU TO THE CORE OF YOUR BEING, IT MAKES YOU CRAVE SUBMISSION LIKE NEVER BEFORE, HOW NATURALLY ONE CAN BE WITH THEIR OWN SELF, HOW EASY I MAKE IT LOOK. HOW OVERPOWERED YOU FEEL. YOUR LIFE IS VOID OF SENSUALITY, YOU PINE FOR IT. YOU’RE IN NEED TO BE SEDUCED INTO SUBMISSION. COME, TAKE A SIP OF ME. SUPERIOR MIRAGE: WHAT YOU WANT TO SEE WHAT YOU NEED THE OASIS OF SENSUALITY IN THE DESERT OF DEPRAVITY I’M WHAT YOU WANT TO SEE, I’M WHAT YOU NEED, I’M THE OASIS IN THE DESERT OF DEPRAVITY.