Look at me, I’m beautiful so genetically I am better then you. There’s no way I’d let a guy like you be anything but of use to me, to benefit me. That’s the way it works, there’s so many weak men that want a scrap of my attention I only speak to those who empower me through financial sacrifices, devotion to me. I want men who have the same goals as me- me, I’m the priority, my wealth and happiness is the priority and I am expensive to love. Men are a vessel in which I use to obtain what I want, and that’s what they want too because money looks so much better when I’m holding it. I deserve the best and the only way you can be of that standing is through financial servitude, that’s how we make love, isn’t it?
