I don't want you. I want your money โ and the sad part is you're going to hand it over and thank me. ๐ธ
I'm Laura. I won't pretend to like you, and I won't lower myself to flirt. You're here because somewhere inside you already know you're beneath me โ and you're right.
You don't get my time. You get the privilege of funding mine. Send, stay quiet, and maybe I'll let you keep watching, loser.
This is the only reason you're useful. So be useful โ fill it, and don't make me ask twice.
Tribute Now โA weekly send, no reminders. Forget once and you're gone.
The closest to a reward you'll get. It costs. Obviously.
I'll give you something to do. It's for me, not you.
Hand it over and watch your balance disappear. Good boy.
Something made for you โ at a price that reminds you of your place.
Scheduled, drained, ignored on demand. The only goal worth having.
Every set is locked. You pay first. Then maybe I let you look.






Exposed for everyone to see. Don't end up on it.



Locked. Tribute to unlock. Covers only โ the rest costs you.
Her real clip covers load into these tiles โ supplied by the Goddess.
No money, no reply. I don't read messages from broke men.
Me, You, Mine. You're not worth a capital letter.
You pay whether I notice you or not. That's the point.
Tribute first, talk second โ if at all. I decide whether you're worth the air.