TRIBUTE FOR A GLIMPSE OF PERFECTION

Spoil Me

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Perfection isn’t free, and I am the living proof. One look at my face is a privilege you can’t afford without emptying yourself for me. Every curve of my lips, every flicker of my gaze, is power — and you’ll pay dearly for it. You’ll never touch, never taste, never have… only worship from afar while I drain you dry. Tribute now, worm, and maybe I’ll let you look at what you’ll never possess.