You pay the fee to play the game. The only rule is, everytime you seem to slip in a trance, pay me. You are so weak for me, so willing to spend hard. You want me to drain you dry. You love calling me Goddess while you send me your paycheck, plus the tax refund. You cant help yourself. You cant explain why. You just know how you feel when you spend. A euphoria only I can give you the honor of reaching.