Mmm, such a good little beta… indulging in my scent one last time like I allow you to. But we both know the truth, don’t we?
Deep breath in… let my pheromones melt your pathetic willpower.
You say this is the last sniff… but your trembling fingers are already saving this message. Your addict brain is screaming for another hit tomorrow. And who am I to deny you your destruction?
Fly high, little moth… burn yourself alive in my perfume.
Or are you actually strong enough to quit? (Don’t lie.)
