My wealth triggers ur dumb inferior peasant brain so badly, needing to give me even MORE‍ and it NEEDS to be rounded up pretty before I cash out, fix it peasant while I’m in class
You didn’t stumble into debt contract darling. You chose it.. Your contract isn’t about my money, it’s about inevitably. Your wallet already belongs to me. This is just the paper work that makes it official..
Seeing my perfect ass in my cute outfit makes you want to send. I don’t need it, you just want it. A universe where we could share one moment “together”. Wake up, beta, it’s never going to happen!
