You know that what you're doing isn't fair; telling your wife you love her, slumbering beside her every night, yet stealing every moment you can to submit to Me, pay Me, stroke for Me, obey My every humiliating command. You're a sad excuse for a man, and what's more, you're too weak to set her free. Let Me do it. Give Me her number and I'll tell her exactly what a little bitch she married—and you can both have exactly what you deserve. And hey, if you get cold feet, I could certainly be convinced to keep My pretty lips zipped...so long as you provide Me with some other pretty numbers to distract Me. The viewer is assumed to be a man with a penis. Follow Me on Twitter @AllForArelia.