New World Order

Before Findom...

Men constantly asked for my time. Let me take you out. Spend tIme with me. Come to dinner with me. Even my personal time was compromised. I couldn't go to a grocery store without stares, comments (that you weirdos seem to think are compliments) or questions about giving my time to them. 

Time is money...

So theres a New World Order.

I take your money. Nothing revolving around women, mainly me, is free in this world. You pay for every whim and desire I have. All for things I ALREADY want to do. 

I don't take sessions of anything I don't want to do, no matter the price tag. 

Hahaha, you're paying me $200 to tell you how pathetic you are. I already WANTED to tell you that. Your money convinced me of nothing. Oops.. MY money. Hehe. 

I won't put on a nude show for any amount of money, because I don't want to. But I'll charge you hundreds for pixelated photos because I think it's hilarious. 

I'll lock up your shrimp dicklet for eternity for a pretty penny. Because, I think it should be locked up anyways. 😂

Welcome to Lacie's World, betas. Hope you paid your door cover, or you won't be around long.