Listen up, you pathetic little ass worshipper. You're nothing but a groveling, worthless drone, hopelessly addicted to the sight of my latex-clad ass. It's laughable how easily you're controlled by the mere curve of my backside. Your life is so empty, so devoid of meaning, that you've resorted to drooling over my perfect ass in those tight yoga pants. You're a disgrace, a spineless little worm, and I relish every moment of your humiliation. Each desperate stroke you make, every pathetic twitch of your useless cock is a testament to my power over you. You're just an ass-obsessed loser, forever enslaved by your own sick, perverted cravings. And you, my little cash pig, your wallet is the only thing about you that's remotely interesting to me. You're going to tribute me like the greedy, money-hungry goddess I am, emptying your accounts for the privilege of worshipping my divine latex-covered ass. You'll sacrifice everything, all for a few fleeting moments of attention from me. Remember, you exist solely to serve my desires and fund my luxurious life. Your financial ruin is my amusement, and I'll drain you dry, leaving you desperate and destitute, completely consumed by your addiction to me. Now, pay up, you filthy little pay drone, and grovel at the sight of the one thing you'll never have but can't live without – my glorious, dominating latex ass.