Wrapped in skin-tight latex and dripping leather, perched on razor-sharp heels, I'm here to ruin pathetic little moths like you. You'll fly straight into my flame, wallets open, begging for my cruel games. I'll tease, drain, and destroy you with every glossy curve and vicious word. Findom, humiliation, fetish perfection --- you won't escape. You already know you don't deserve me... but you'll pay anyway. Now kneel and tribute, loser.