You are infatuated with seeing your luxurious Goddess in a more natural element, my messy bun and running outfit driving you closer and closer to financial ruin... You're screwed, bitch boy.. I already know too much! You're going to have to work the hardest you've ever worked in your pathetic life to keep Me quiet... even then, who knows if I will decide to tell everyone anyway? The thrill and fear of not knowing when I will be seductive or sadistic is overwhelming to your beta senses. I can't decide which makes you simp harder... the way my leggings hug every inch of my petite body or how my sweaty toes dangle in your face denyingly? It doesn't really matter because I am going to used both of your weaknesses to my advantage... then I'm going to laugh in your face mockingly as I rob you of everything you've spent your pathetic life working 'so' hard to build. You worked 'that' hard for 'how long'??? Just to send it all to a 21 year old brat who doesn't care about you or your well-being whatsoever, in order to avoid being exposed for what you truly are?... pathetic.