Every drag is a reminder of how pathetic you are. I smoke with class, with power, while you watch, submissive, useless, excited. The smoke fills the air as my presence invades your weak mind. You get excited seeing something you will never touch. You will never have. You just watch, crawl, humiliate yourself... while I laugh at your weakness. You were born for this: to be degraded by a goddess with a cigarette between her fingers. And the worst part? You love it.