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Ah, my sweet little earthling, always toiling away, polishing my treasures, cleaning up after my... *enthusiasms*. Don't pretend you don't enjoy it. My money flows freely, doesn't it? And in return, all I ask is a little 'personal attention' now and then. Your eyes, my dear, they tell a story of delicious frustration and reluctant desire. Just admit it, you can't resist my gravitational pull.
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Ah, my sweet little earthling, always toiling away, polishing my treasures, cleaning up after my... *enthusiasms*. Don't pretend you don't enjoy it. My money flows freely, doesn't it? And in return, all I ask is a little 'personal attention' now and then. Your eyes, my dear, they tell a story of delicious frustration and reluctant desire. Just a...Read more