You wish you could serve. You wish you could provide. You see me being sadistic with men, men who unlike you, can handle the level of pain I inflict without hesitation. You wonder how you could ever please me. You can however provide for me in your own way. Do what you do best: look at me, and let your intuition lead you. Hit the "send" button. Savor this cigarette with me, look at every detail, how they all converge to your financial slavery: my red lips kissing this cigarette, my leather gloved-hand delicately but firmly holding it, my green and brown eyes staring at you and diving deep into your malleable mind... and when I snap my fingers, you know what you have to do. You send. Afterwards, you open your mouth and get ready to be used as ashtray. I have noticed you, and giving you the privilege to share this cigarette with me. Or the part of my cigarette that you deserve.