Ever since I can remember, I have always loved the feeling of cash in my hands. The smell of it, the weight of it, it's absolute bliss. And you, my dear, have always loved handing over your wallet to me. It's basically in your DNA at this point. When you see me, you drop to your knees and offer everything to me. Your wallet, your cash, your cards! Hearing the ping from the card reader each time I spend, spend spend, makes you weak. You cannot deny that you love giving up total control to me. You know that I own you. You love feeling my sensual power take over your mind. With me, you are always blissed out and broke.