I sit on my bed, wearing a tight black leather outfit, stockings, and fuck me boots (obviously not a reference to YOU). This is a full-on psychological confrontation of the beta you are: the guilt cycles, the binge spending, the credit balances floated month after month with high interest, all with regret and promises to never do this again... until you come crawling back. It's time to stop the binge cycles. I stare at you and tell you to just give in, accept who you are, and enjoy bliss and addiction. You have a fetish. It's time to embrace it.