Welcome, My unworthy little pet. Come
in. Sit back. Relax. Try not to stare TOO much.
Oh dear. Look at that. You've failed already...
Now then, feel free to let your muddled, feverish little
head roam around my website, around my perfect pictures.
See how all my unworthy little pets are working to maintain
my lifestyle.
If you want to be of service to me that is what you will
have to do, too.
I have no time for little pets who don't understand the
value of My time.
Your privilege is to keep me in the lifestyle I deserve.
It is your pleasure to spend your money on Me, isn't it my
silly little pet?
Say, Yes Miss Sophia.
That's it.
Good piggy. Good little pay piggies.
Afterall, everything I am wearing today My little pay
piggies paid for.
Now, I am an old fashioned girl, with old fashioned tastes.
I believe in beauty, elegance, sophistication. And that
means, my little piggy, you believe in beauty, elegance and
sophistication, too. My beauty, elegance and
sophistication.
Isn't that right, piggy. Nod your head. Good boy.
You believe I should have the finest things the world has
to offer. The highest quality heels. Wonderful flowing,
plunging dresses, old fashioned seamed stockings, beautiful
suspenders, exquisite lingerie, the most brilliant jewels
and the finest champagne.
I am not one of those silly little needy drunken girls you
can pick up in any bar, in any town, in any part of the
world. I'm from another age, my sweet. From the age of the
Goddess. A throwback, if you will, to the age of the silver
screen. Sophia Loren, Claudia Cardinale, Anita Ekberg,
Jayne Mansfield, Marilyn Monroe. These women are my
contemporaries. Not your itsy bitsy little bimbos
collapsing by the side of the road. So if you're looking
for one of those potty-mouthed little tramps in their tacky
little glad rags, Leave Now. Go and slink back to your
tawdry little world.
I am The Last Goddess.
Men fall at My feet. YOU will fall at My feet. If you stay
you will become just another little money slave in my army
of little money slave puppies. Nothing more, nothing less.
Just. Another. Little. Puppy.
Still here? Good. Then it's already too late for you to
turn back.
Hello little puppy.
Hm. Look at that. Your eyes are already starting to lock
onto mine aren't they. Is your poor, silly, troubled little
brain finding it hard to think with my luscious cleavage
right in front of your face? Oh dear. How did THAT happen?
You've only just logged onto my site, but you can already
feel yourself starting to fixate. Can't you. Hmm? Good,
puppy. Now, before you know it, your going to start
reaching for your wallet......
Now, prove your worth..
