Oh, I see that lust for more in your eyes—more money, more pleasure, more power. You’ve come to me, ready to pay any price for it, haven’t you? I’ll give you wealth beyond your wildest dreams, luxury dripping from your every touch, but every indulgence comes with a cost. You’ll have it all—mansions, lovers, adoration—but beneath it, there will be a fire. A torment. A craving you’ll never satisfy. You’ll fuck, you’ll indulge, but you’ll never find release. Your cock will burn for more, but I’ll keep you on the edge, forever aching, forever wanting. You’ll live in luxury, but you’ll be my slave, my plaything, consumed by a desire that no amount of wealth can ever quench. Remember, mortal—my gifts are never free. Your wealth will fuel a fire that devours you from the inside out, and you’ll beg for release that never comes.