You don't want a wife.
You don't even deserve a girlfriend.

What you crave... what you need... is something much, much worse.

You crave a vision you can't hold.
A voice you can't stop chasing.
A woman who smiles at your devotion - and demands even more.

I'm the British Beach Brat Princess who knows you.

I know how easily you crumble when faced with soft curves, glistening skin, and a wicked laugh that promises everything... and delivers nothing unless you pay for it.

I'll stretch out in the sun, bare-legged and beautiful, while you squirm behind your screen. I'll whisper promises thick with honey, making you ache, making you sweat - making you open your wallet again and again.

I'm not your wife.
I'm not your girlfriend.
I'm not your fantasy.

I'm your addiction.

You'll beg for my attention.
You'll tribute for my laughter.
You'll empty yourself just to hear one more teasing breath in your ear.

And when you're drained and desperate, aching and aching for more, I'll giggle sweetly and turn my sun-kissed back on you - until you offer even more tribute to be noticed again.

Worship me.
Obey me.
Fall so deep you forget you ever had a choice.

...I adore being spoiled. So spoil me, darling...

Prove you can afford this craving - call now.