Financial legs tease

Description: You really cannot take your eyes off my legs, can you. just sitting there like the desperate little loser you are, watching every slow cross and uncross like it actually means something to you. look at you. pathetic. i know exactly what this does to you. the boots, the control, the way i move without even acknowledging you properly. you are nothing but a pair of eyes and a weak little wallet, completely hooked on me. every time i cross my legs, you get that little rush, do not you. like maybe i will give you attention. like maybe you matter. you do not. you are just here to stare, ache, and pay. uncross. cross again. and there you are, probably shifting, probably struggling, because you cannot handle how easily i control you without even trying. that is what makes this so embarrassing for you. you sit there, hard, broke, and stupid, while i sit here knowing i could ruin you with a single look. and you would thank me for it. that is how low you are. keep watching. keep craving. keep realising that no matter how much you want me, you will never be anything more than a pathetic little loser staring at my legs, waiting for permission that will never come.