You're probably one of those people who gets off on barely seeing a pixelated nipple or some other trivial thing. You're not a real man, you're just a little boy who can't even handle a real woman.
Every pixel I give you is like a touch you can't resist. You're desperate for my digital caress, for the screen to light up with my presence. Will I satisfy your craving for connection, or leave you yearning for more?
