From the man I vowed to cherish to nothing more than my personal ATM, isn't it pathetic how quickly you've been reduced to a mere financial resource? Oh, and don't forget your new role as the spectator of your own humiliation. Imagine, your hard-earned money now funds the wild escapades I enjoy with a real man, someone who knows how to satisfy a woman—a feat you could never achieve. Picture it: him pounding me into ecstasy, something you'll never witness again except maybe if you pay for the privilege. And perhaps, if you're really good, I'll let you lick his finish off my lingerie. But oh, darling, you'll be locked up, caged like the inadequate specimen you are, and the cost of your release? Far beyond the meager scraps you call your salary. You truly are a lost cause, financially, sexually, entirely. So, listen carefully, maybe you'll hear the faint echoes of my pleasure, the pleasure you could never provide, as you wallow in the misery of your new pathetic reality.