Your objective as a human wallet is to make me richer, not because I need it but because I DESERVE it. Struggling to eat and bathe is a wallets pleasure when it's for a greedy Goddess like me. You have a gruelling need to send me all of your money, every payday. This is the most attention you deserve is my name on your bank statement. Superior women like me use you over and over for thrills, laughs and to take everything from you. But you're such a weak fuck that you enjoy it, every word I say to you, drives you crazy because you can relate to it so hard. This makes you return and send until there's nothing left but my laughing face echoing visually in your mind. I consistently mock you by tracking how much you've sent and the total rises with our each interaction. You just can't resist sending me every penny. You're addicted to the smirk on my face after you've sent, even knowing I'll taunt you with the amount you've sent, I wonder which £ club you'll end up in?