And here you are, you've found yourself looking for a woman you can desperately beg to notice you...
Pathetic.
Don't you know that you're nothing more than a filthy loser to me? Nothing more than a wallet- full of actual value- paper... Numbers on a sheet more valuable than your pathetic self.
Call me, if you dare, be prepared for me to bleed your wealth dry to satisfy my whims... I am greedy, and selfish, and you are so far below me that you're nothing but a means to an end - you'll fund My shopping trips, my dinners, my pampered days and sensual nights I'll spend pleasing myself with the sexy things I'll buy with your money.
But right now? Right now I don't even know you exist. And to be honest, that's probably what you deserve.
Prove otherwise, and I might deign to grant you a sliver of My time.
Maybe.