You look. You melt. You give. That is the whole religion.

I dress like something expensive and speak like something inevitable. Attention is a privilege. My body is an altar. Your wallet is how you say please without ruining the silence.

Stay if you want to be ruined quietly — denied, noticed, emptied, kept.

Look.

Melt.

Give.

Welcome. You may stay… as long as you remember who owns you.