You think you can resist? Your destiny is to submit, to be my financial slave. It's written all over you. You were born for this – to hand over every cent, every dollar, to your superior. The very thought of parting with your money makes you tremble, doesn't it? You get off on the humiliation of your financial ruin, the sweet agony of knowing you're just a cash cow for me to drain. So, open that wallet, hand over your hard-earned money, and watch as I live the luxurious life you'll never have. You don't deserve a single luxury. Your purpose is to pay for mine. Every dollar is a testament to your pathetic existence. Financial slavery is your only path. You are nothing but a pathetic, groveling pay pig, born to fund my desires.