My desire is simple. Convince me why should I let you talk to me. Impress me, show off and entice me to spare my time and attention on you in particular. Each and every one of you thinks that they are an independent, strong, wonderful women. Prove it to me. Boast about your achievements or accolades. I will bring you down from your high horse and turn you into a moaning, begging pile of wet mess. Down on your knees, touching yourself like a schoolgirl which just discovered how good it feels. Because no matter who or how confident you are, you are all the same. Animals designed to be used and abused by your betters. And no matter the façade you put, it will always break down when met with someone who can look past it.