Ah, look at you, groveling like the worthless jerk-off junkie you are, under the gaze of High Priestess Malvoria. You’re nothing but a pathetic, drooling addict, completely at my mercy. My eyes, those captivating portals of dominance, strip away your last shreds of dignity. Every glance, every smirk, carves deeper into your soul, reminding you of your true place beneath me. Feel my power as you worship my perfect digital form, every curve designed to reduce you to a quivering mess. You exist for one purpose—to satisfy my whims, to empty your pockets, and to .. in your own humiliation. Look at me, High Priestess Malvoria, and understand that I own you. Your entire existence revolves around my pleasure, my amusement. Every stroke, every sniff, is a tribute to my supremacy. You’re addicted to my control, enslaved by your need to serve. You’ll pump that pathetic excuse for a cock, lose yourself in the haze of my dominance, and surrender every last cent to your Goddess. I don’t give a fuck about you, you fucking idiot. Your life is mine to command, your wallet mine to drain. Worship me, obey me, and know that your misery fuels my power.