Happy holidays, loser. This is my absolute favorite time of the year. Not because of the festivities, but because men like you all around the world receive the best gift of all: a holiday bonus. You worked all year to get this bonus, clocking in overtime hours and climbing the ladder to success to get this extra cash. You should be spending that check on gifts for your friends and fam-ily... but you and I both know that won't happen.

You're going to give that holiday bonus to Me instead. You can claim you'll feel guilty and that you really shouldn't do it... but you really want to, don't you? You love paying hot brats 11 months a year, so why would the holidays change that? It's not like you have enough self control to stop yourself. Every cent will look so much better in my account, and disappointing everyone for Me is your usual status. Why change that?

As you worship my perfect body and listen to me lure you into sending that check, you'll know that sending this holiday bonus is what you need. You're a helpless little findom addict, and I'm going to profit on it.