Do you see these black Louboutins? Worth more than your entire bank account. I dangle them in front of you, crossing My legs in leather, laughing at the thought of you ever affording a single sole. You’ll never deserve to touch them, but you’ll pay for them again and again, draining your wallet for the privilege of being beneath My red bottoms. Every dollar, every pound you sacrifice keeps Me walking in luxury, and keeps you crawling in humiliation.