You can spend your life wasting your time and money on rich-bitch girls like me as much as you want, loser - you can drool over entitled brats like me who are way too hot for you all you like so long as you know that it won't make any difference to our lives. It's not like all your worship and admiration could ever earn a simp like you a date with a girl like me. No - we only wanna be seen with guys on our level - none of us wanna be seen with a reject like you. The only thing you have to offer a girl like me is your money... not that your pathetic tributes make the slightest difference to my rich-bitch lifestyle... but you can help fund it none-the-less so that I can rub my amazing life in your stupid piggie face. Knowing that I don't want to fuck you - as I take your money from you - money that I don't even need. And I really do take it from you don't I piggie? I take ALL your money from you, and you get nothing but ignored in return. You give your Rich-Bitch Princess all your money because you know how better I am than you - you understand that it's your place to serve me. To make my life such an insignificantly amount easier with your cash - you want to try whatever you can to get noticed by me - so you'll take me shopping, you'll buy me the prettiest clothes, you'll cover my bills, you'll lavish me with expensive gifts but you'll still probably get ignored - it's just who I am, piggie - I'm a bitch - a rich bitch and all I care about is myself.
All rich-bitch Princess like me know how to use pathetic Tribute-simps like you. We know the words to use to manipulate the cash from your wallets - how to belittle you in just the right way to make you feel SO ashamed of yourself that you'd happily give up your money and thank me for allowing you hand it over to me. It's true, weakling, you'd actually thank me after I've given you permission to send me a tribute. It's so pathetic - that you'd suffer that embarrassment and thank me for taking your money. You'd thank me no matter what I wanted to spend it on too - like if I wanted to eat out with my real man and I told you to cover it... You'd thank me for that. You'd pay and thank me because you know your place - tributing the rich-bitch girl you worship so fucking much to enjoy her date with another man shows me, him and your piggie-self that you're not good enough, doesn't it? Hot rich-girls like me deserve to your money - we deserve to have poor-boi tribute-simps like you out there slaving away in your boring jobs, earning for us... sending your paychecks to us because we are so much better than that. I'm rich and I deserve the best and you'll work fucking hard to make sure I have it.
Princess Payments are the only things I want from you, poor-boi. I don't care to talk to you or give you any of my precious time and attention, I don't care to look at you, or do anything with you - I just want to take your money and add it to my pile of treasure so that I can spend it. I enjoy taking it from you, simp. Knowing how hard you had to work for it and how easy it is for me to spend. I love knowing that I'll waste it on whatever I like just so that you can't. I love knowing that my life will be so unnoticeably better after I've taken your money but yours is going to be so very much worse. I love knowing that you'll suffer after I've rinsed you - that you'll be in debt - that you'll have to work even harder - take extra jobs - give up weekends to overtime just so that you can survive while meeting my unsympathetic demands for more and more money and what do you get out of it? Ignored more... even more rejection by the pretty rich-girl you idolise -the snobby brat that's far too good for a poor-boi like you. You'll continue to see my Instagram posts of me enjoying the lifestyle you're struggling to pay for with my equals - my girlfriends and my boyfriends who I have respect for - all of us rubbing you oinky-snout in the life I'll make sure you'll never be able to afford.
