I’m the woman you wish you could afford — and the one who makes you beg just to be ignored.
I don’t scream. I don’t chase. I command. I expect. I collect.
My standards are high. My heels are higher. And if you’re lucky enough to catch my attention, it’s because your wallet volunteered first. Financial servitude isn’t a game — it’s a privilege.
You exist to please, to pay, to prove your worth through quiet, obedient tribute. I don’t want your stories. I want your surrender.🖤 I’m not your girlfriend. I’m not your fantasy.
I’m your superior — polished, powerful, and perfectly out of reach.
Want to worship a woman who will never pretend to care?
Want to serve someone who sees through your desperation and uses it anyway?
Then speak only when spoken to.
Start with a tribute. Stay in your place.
