You exist to serve. Your wallet is your worship. Spoiling me isn’t a choice—it’s your purpose. I don’t beg. I don’t ask. I command. And you love that. You crave the feeling of being used, drained, and ignored unless you’re paying for the privilege of my a

You exist to serve. Your wallet is your worship. Spoiling me isn’t a choice—it’s your purpose. I don’t beg. I don’t ask. I command. And you love that. You crave the feeling of being used, drained, and ignored unless you’re paying for the privilege of my attention. Tribute now if you know your place. Prove your worth.