Video Transcription
Breathe.
You're mine.
Shukra
Oh, Andrew, my loyal slave, come closer. Yeah, bitch, I want you to gaze deeply into the brown bottle I'm holding.
Yes, just like that. Let your eyes lock onto the curves of the glass, the rich brown color.
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