You can't help it. Like a moth to my flame you keep buying every single one of my cleavage clips, falling harder with each one until the thought of me is all you have. Fight it if you want, struggle against the pull, but this clip is the gentle shove that finishes what desire started. I will whisper and command, rinse your resistance away, and sign your fate as my cleavage slave.
Sit back and let my words slide into your head. I will tell you exactly the thoughts you need to have, until your mind, body, and world belong to me. Submit, worship, and watch yourself disappear beneath the curve you crave.