It's all Mine. Every dollar you earn and every bead of sweat you produce is for My profit. You are weak to give Me more and the spending never ends. Deep down you know the money sitting in your account right now is Ivy's money. You live to work harder for your Master. Casually spending isn't enough for you, you want to financially suffer for Me. I tease you with My red fishnet bodysuit, effortlessly turning you into My drooling spendy gooner.