It's Christmas, what a perfect excuse to be drained by me. You crave this all the time but you know that you must obey and send now that it's the holidays. Seeing me win over you and get what I deserve is so exhilarating. You can feel it weakening you already as you start to send. Doesn't it feel so good to give in to me, to become my weak wallet? Beg me to use you, to tell you to send tribute over and over again. Sending makes the connection between us real, makes it palpable even once I'm done with you. This is the greatest Christmas gift you could receive; knowing that you're mine.

It's Christmas, what a perfect excuse to be drained by me. You crave this all the time but you know that you must obey and send now that it's the holidays. Seeing me win over you and get what I deserve is so exhilarating. You can feel it weakening you already as you start to send. Doesn't it feel so good to give in to me, to become my weak wallet? Beg me to use you, to tell you to send tribute over and over again. Sending makes the connection between us real, makes it palpable even once I'm done with you. This is the greatest Christmas gift you could receive; knowing that you're mine.