View from begging on the floor?
You should be so lucky to look up to this and see my face, imagine you're on your knees begging....
Welcome. I don’t scream for attention; I expect it. And I don’t ask to be spoiled; I assume it.
My charm? Sweetly manipulative. My gaze? Disarming and deliberate. I was made to be admired, funded, and indulged - and you were made to keep my life in the luxury it deserves. Tribute isn’t a kindness; it’s the price of admission to even the shallowest part of my world.
Luxury first. Questions later.
In my world, your wallet speaks louder than your words. Your devotion is measured not in compliments but in dollars.