I could tell how weak you are for me ... and I plan to use it to my advantage. You're sitting on the floor of my living room, surrounded by textbooks and notes, trying to focus on our project. But I'm not interested in studying. I'm too busy getting ready for a hot date, and I'm not going to let you get in the way. As I chat with my friend on the phone, I make sure to loudly and clearly express my disdain for you. You're a loser, a simp, and I'm only using you for your brain (and your wallet). I mock you, calling you out for your obvious infatuation with me, and you know it's true. But despite knowing the truth about my motives, you're still willing to do my bidding. I convince you that it would be an honor to empty your wallet and fund my entire night out, from the expensive dinner with a stud that isn’t you, to the ultimate club. And to no one’s surprise, you eagerly agree. I take great pleasure in belittling and humiliating you. You're nothing but a pawn in my game of seduction and manipulation, and you know it. But you're too far gone, too enthralled by my beauty and charm.