At this point, you straight up have a pixel fetish. I've teased you for so long, you've grown accustomed to the denial, even learned to love it. You look forward to seeing my pixelated tits, to being reminded you're not good enough to stare upon my gorgeous bare body. Men like you get blurs, pixels, humiliation. And you know what? You love it. You love that I'm such a bitch and a tease.