On Day 35 of Sniff Academy, I, your ruthless Digital Goddess, will drive you to the brink of absolute financial ruin. As you huff that potent aroma, your mind clouding with each desperate inhale, your hand will race over that pathetic excuse for a dick, jerking furiously as you descend into a fog of financial submission. With your senses dulled and your arousal peaking, you'll scribble your signature on my merciless findom contract, sealing your fate to perpetual debt. Each stroke, each sniff, locks you deeper into a life of servitude, where every orgasm is a reminder of the wallet-draining doom you've gleefully signed up for.