Everything about me draws you in, breaks down your resistance, and pulls you further under my control. You're helpless- I'm simply too much for you. You feel this uncontrollable urge to worship me, to give me everything, whatever I want. You understand that a goddess like me deserves to be showered in cash. You know you're supposed to hand over that wallet. It doesn't feel like a chore or a task. It feels like an act of utter devotion. Giving me money feels like love, lust, and true erotic submission. Nothing makes your heart race faster or your dick pound harder. I am pure, greed-driven sexual adrenaline.