Miss Calculated // EXPENSIVE MINDGAMES

Drinks for me – not a request 🍸 I’m going out. You’re staying in. While I turn heads and sip cocktails, your job is to pay for the privilege of being forgotten. A drink you’ll never be toasted in.

You never went to Harvard. But you’ll pay for the woman who could’ve bought your mind. Every dollar removes my student debt and proves you were never worth the education. I rise. You finance.

You’re not funding a device. You’re accelerating the destruction of your own mind. Each click, each calculation, each silence I send you sharpened by the machine you paid for.

Full enhancement. Full distance. You’ve spent more than ever – and I’m further than ever. That’s what perfection feels like: expensive and unavailable.

Plumped. Perfect. Untouchable. You imagine them. He kisses them. You paid. He wins.

Just a touch. Enough to prove you're useful, but not enough to matter. You paid. I barely noticed.

Each page I read takes me further above you. And yet you pay,hoping my knowledge might one day trickle down to justify your existence. This isn’t for you. Finance the intellect you'll never match.

Lingerie for me, torment for you 🖤 You fund what you'll never touch. Silk, lace, perfection, wrapped around a body your mind obsesses over, but your hands will never know.Someone better than you will

My Serenity, your undoing 🛁 While I slip into warmth and stillness, you spiral deeper. You pay for my peace and yet you never feel it. Because you were never meant to be calm.

My hair, your identity crisis 💇‍♀️ Inches of power. Paid by your insecurity. Every strand I add makes me more untouchable and you more invisible. You pay to enhance me, hoping I might notice you.

Polished to Perfection – At Your Expense 💅 Soft hands. Sharp claws. Perfect toes. You don’t pay for my nails. You pay for your place beneath them. Every stroke of polish is a reminder I’m untouchable

My Body. Your Expense. 🏋️‍♀️ Perfection doesn’t come cheap, but you already knew that. While I sculpt a flawless body, you get the honor of funding it. You’ll never touch it. But you’ll pay for ever

You don’t buy me coffee. You fund the mind that dissects yours. Each sip sharpens the thoughts I use to control you. This isn’t caffeine. It’s a power imbalance and you’re the one fueling it.

Don’t ask. Don’t speak. Just prove. Loyalty isn’t a feeling. It’s a receipt. Buy your place. Or lose it.

Did I make you feel small? Good. Now pay for the lesson. Pain with a price tag

Your obsession is worthless unless monetized. You stare. You ache. You fantasize. Turn that sickness into silence – through payment.