You love stuck-up brats like me don't-cha loser? You love how entitled I am and how I look down on you. You love how I use my pretty-privilege to get what I want from you - how I easily manipulate you with nothing more than a roll of my eyes or a sneer of disgust. The brattier I am to you the more you like it - the more you reward me... literally paying for me to give you attitude. You love girls, half your age, rubbing our glam lifestyles in your face - wearing the designer clothes you couldn't afford to buy for yourself, flaunting our expensive bags and showing off in the places to be seen all funded by losers like you who worship beautiful girls with bratty attitudes. Financed by inferiors like you who look up to girls you know you could never be good enough for.
If I saw a loser like you drooling over me while I'm in the coffee shop, I'd make you pay for my order and then lick follow me to my table to the soles of my shoes clean while I enjoyed my frap. I'd click my fingers at you and command you down under the table to lick coffee-shop floor-dirt from the bottom of my shoes and you'd fucking do it and you'd show me gratitude for my bratitude too loser. You'd thank me for letting you pay for coffee - and you'd thank me for putting your tongue to good use under my pretty shoes. You know your place - you know that brats are your betters. You know that girls like me get whatever we want and treat simps like you like accessories. Uh-huh - true story. We have the latest iPhone, the latest Balenciaga sneakers, Chanel earrings, Gucci belt, Prada bag and a simp to bully and humiliate and to cover our expenses. That's all you are to girls like me - an accessory and a wallet.
You're nothing more loser - don't ever forget that - you'll never be more than someone to treat like trash and to pay for the privilege... and you wouldn't have it any other way either would you loser - because that's what you LOVE about girls like me - that's why you worship me - because you mean nothing to me - because I don't care about you or your feelings or your wellbeing - I just care about what you can do for me and what you can buy me. You need to show me gratitude for my bratitude loser - every day. Paying me to be mean to you - that's the only way you earn permission to stroke for me - to my brattiness. Going broke for bratty insults and put-downs. Rinsed for my ridicule - it's the only way you get your little humpy-reward, loser. And you want that from me so badly don't-cha loser - you want your good-boy permission to cum so, so much... so show me some gratitude... and if it's enough I'll let you jerk to my bratitude.
