I'm the man who knows how to take advantage of you... I know you weren't born to be with just one person. Even if I wanted you all to myself, I understand it would be impossible: Fran is too rare. You're the woman any man would want by his side, but who was born to be adored by many. You're a queen, and queens aren't content with just one subject. You need several at your feet, worshipping, serving, desiring. The man who doesn't recognize this isn't worthy of even a third of the lust you're capable of offering. And when one day you decide to open your heart to date or marry, I know it won't be with just anyone: it will be with a handsome, rich, successful man completely mad about you. Until then... I love you, I worship you, and I remain surrendered to your empire of pleasure.