I can't even remember the last time I paid for My own shoes. Even My partner doesn't let Me pay for them. Obviously you shouldn't either. Let's go shoe shopping together, kobold.
While I’m being pampered at the spa, you’ll be checking your bank account to make sure you’ve covered the bill. Consider it your "privilege tax." Pay up and stay quiet.
The thing about me is I'm the perfect woman, smart, beautiful, successful, ambitious; I cook, clean, bake, and make my man feel like a King. But you won't get to experience ANY of that, for you I'm someone superior who's feet you worship and that tak
I’m craving another cat eye pedicure and you’re drooling over a woman whose attention someone like you only has one way of earning. Cover it, then thank Me for the pleasure
