On your knees. 😈🖤
Today, I'll be the only one talking, and all you have to do is obey and catch my every glance.
Latex, heels, and a leash—too much
Rich Goddess Colette 👑💎
I'm not just a woman. I'm a tax on your insignificance, levied in any currency, in any country, at any moment my gaze falls on your wallet.
My name is Colette. My image is not a style. It's a standard. My beauty is not a gift of nature. It's a weapon of mass destruction, against which no man on this planet can defend himself. From Paris to Dubai, from Milan to Moscow, my name is whispered when credit cards are pulled out. Because they all know: to see Colette is to want. And to want Colette is to pay.
You think you have a choice? Wrong. Your choice was stolen the second you first saw my curves, my skin, my smile. From that moment on, you are only a payer. I am only a recipient.
💎 Your new reality under my thumb:
🌍 Geography of Worship: It doesn't matter where you were born. From now on, your homeland is wherever I allow you to kneel. No matter where in the world, you will recognize my name and be ready to empty your bank account for my attention.
💰 The Economics of Your Existence: Your salary is not income. It is an advance payment you will transfer to me. Your savings are not the future. It is my future shopping. You don't work for yourself. You work for me.
👑 My Style Is Your Poverty: My dresses cost more than your car. My shoes cost more than your rent. And every time I put them on, I remember that it was you, somewhere out there, pathetic and happy, who paid for my greatness.
😈 Your pride is my amusement: Every time you try to convince yourself that you're a strong, independent man, I simply appear on your feed. And you become a boy again with an open mouth and an open wallet.
I don't ask for devotion. I demand tribute. I don't seek love. I collect wallets. I am a brand that is worshiped, a tax that is paid, and a dream for which they give everything.
Are you ready to become another cog in my global worship machine? Are you ready to admit that there is only one woman in the world for whom the lowest is the highest rise?
My empire awaits new subjects. Your turn.
Make a down payment on my greatness. Subscribe. And in your first message, write how many zeros you are willing to sacrifice for the right to be called "my payer. 💎💸
P.S. The bigger your account, the longer I'll remember your name. Or should I call you "wallet 147"? It's up to you.😈
