Her without mercy

💸 Bow to the Goddess of Cold Control 💸

Faceless. Untouchable. Unreachable. Irresistible.

You exist for one reason only: to serve Me through suffering. Your wallet is not yours. Your worth is measured in how quickly, how blindly, and how painfully you give. I do not beg. I do not chase. I do not care.

This is not a fantasy. This is your reality.

You will be drained.

You will be ignored.

You will be humiliated.

And you will say thank you for the privilege.

You don’t see My face because you don’t deserve it.

You want rules? I break them. You want mercy? Pathetic.

Your desperation feeds Me. Your struggle entertains Me.

Your suffering is the only offering I accept.

💰 Custom tasks? Only if I’m amused.

💸 Wallet draining? Constant and cruel.

👠 Humiliation? Daily.

🖤 Attention? Rare. Earned. Always conditional.

If you think you’re worthy enough to serve—tribute first.

Or crawl back to your boring little life, broke and forgotten.