Typical trash. Even without all of my power and innate perfection, with but money alone i could buy women of this caliber. But then again, there was really no comparison at all.
What money could purchase were all whores and nothing more.
What good would they be if they can only be bribed by the glint of gold and make believe currency made out of money and numbers on a screen.
The lot of them of bitches would eagerly jump at the next best jock on the club who had more cash or better car than their former cash cows.
But not me. What i held was power. Real power. Not a thing that can be imagined with their mortal's sad realities.
Thus, the eyes of derision that affronted my sight from all directions were all flavored further by the abhorrent smile everyone saw bloom from my face.
I offe
