You finally get a chance to share space with me but of course there are conditions. One: I'm not going to bother talking to you. Two: You have to pay up. That seems fun, doesn't it? You love staring helplessly at my shimmering curves and mind-dumbing cleavage while I preen and take selfies. You even notice you can stare up my dress sometimes...but when it's time to pay you make a mistake, and get PUNISHED for it...You pay up like you're supposed to - I always get my way. You're left wallet-emptied, stinging and humiliated, and blissfully in love with my teasing.