Give In to My Desire.
The night is silent, but anxiety is eating away at you. Your mind betrays you: all you can think about is sending, obeying, serving. You’re consumed by that insatiable thirst to belong to me. You look at the pictures, read the words… and all you want is to make me smile, admire me, and stay there in absolute silence, like the good boy you are. Let yourself go. Feel the true satisfaction of being left with nothing as you hand your money over to your goddess, your muse, your one and only object of worship.