I have that energy, don't I? The one that makes you want to try harder, spend more, be better than the last who thought he could afford a glance. Im Miss Essence Elektra, and as you can feel you're already in trouble. That little pulse in your throat. That's me. I'm soft like velvet and dark like the bottom of a well you'll happily fall into. My size 9 feet? Just the beginning. The real obsession is the way I make you feel seen right before I remind you that you're one of many, all scrambling, all sending, all hoping I'll yawn in your direction. Spoiled rotten and utterly unashamed. Expensive because I can be. A bitch because you love it. You want to compete for this badly. Your already calculating, aren't you? How much to send, how hard to stand out. Don't bore me. Send like you mean it. Beg like your desperate. Because you are and I haven't even got started with you yet. Tribute first. The competition is already ahead of you.
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