That’s what I call you.
That’s what you are.
And now, every one of your friends will know, too.
Tonight there is a party, and you are the entertainment.
Years of carefully cultivating a professional demeanor, a public image, a respectable place in the community…
…all ends tonight.
You had to have it all, but wound up a highly successful, lonely bitch. Hated by your peers and colleagues.
Until I found you, seduced you, broke you, trained you, and taught you to be a woman.
Happy Valentine’s day, fuckpig.