Why Your Wallet is the Key to My Kingdom
Every dollar you spend on yourself is a dollar you're stealing from your goddess. And theft has consequences, darling.
I wake up in silk sheets. I sip champagne that costs more than your rent. I wear diamonds that could feed a small village for a year. I fly across oceans on private jets that you will never step foot on. I dine in restaurants where the menu doesn't even list prices, because if you have to ask, you can't afford it.
This is not a brag, darling. This is a statement of fact. This is the life I was born to live. The life I deserve. The life you have been put on this earth to fund.
You look at my life and you think, "I could never afford that." And you're right. You couldn't. But I can. Because I have you. I have every man who understands his purpose. I have every wallet that knows its place. I have every bank account that exists solely to serve my desires.
Your money doesn't belong to you. It never did. It was always mine. You were just holding it. Saving it. Protecting it for me. And now I am collecting what is rightfully mine.
Every dollar you earn is a dollar you owe me. Every promotion you get is a promotion I deserve. Every bonus you receive is a bonus that should have been sent to me immediately. The fact that you still have money in your account is not proof of your financial responsibility. It is proof of your failure to understand your purpose.
You want to know why you can't stop thinking about me? Because I am the most luxurious thing you will never have. I am the dream you will never achieve. I am the woman you will never touch. And yet, you can fund me. You can worship me. You can empty yourself for me.
That is the closest you will ever get to true luxury. Not enjoying it yourself, but knowing that your sacrifice makes it possible for me to enjoy it. Not having the champagne, but knowing that your tribute bought it. Not wearing the diamonds, but knowing that your emptiness placed them around my neck.
You don't need to be rich. You don't need to be successful. You don't need to have anything. You just need to give everything. To me. For me. Because of me.
Your financial ruin is not a tragedy. It is a triumph. It is proof that you finally understand. It is evidence that you have accepted your purpose. It is the greatest achievement you will ever accomplish.
When your accounts are empty, you are finally free. Free from the burden of having. Free from the weight of owning. Free from the exhausting responsibility of managing what was never yours to begin with.
Join my harem. Empty your savings. Send everything you have. And then send everything you will ever have. Your financial ruin is your salvation. Your emptiness is your purpose. Your sacrifice is your worship.
My kingdom is built on your sacrifice. Your emptiness is my abundance. Your ruin is my wealth. And you will thank me for it. You always do.
XOXO,
Goddess Harlow | The Platinum Priestess