If you want my attention, you need to cough up $500. That is the money minimum for my glorious recognition. I don't care about you or your cock. I will be turning you into my person human ATM. If I want to get dinner on your dime, you beg to pay for it. If I care for a weekend spa trip, you guessed it, your wallet is responsible. The only thing that excites you any more is knowing that I control your bank account. You will have to beg me for an allowance for the money you have earned. I am taking over all of your financial accounts. You are too weak to know how to manage them on your own. Your money is mine now. Say it whore, your bank account belongs to me. It is the absolute minimum for my attention and care.