It’s my birthday, and you’ve been invited to my party. No, I’ve not invited you because I think you’re cool, or I think we’re friends or anything. You have a greater use to me, something I’ve been wanting for a while. This year for my birthday, I want a human ATM and you (and your wallet) are the perfect person for the job. Make up for the pathetic excuse of a gift you gave me and spoil me like the Princess I am. Send, send, send some more and repeat. Your wallet belongs to me now.