Look at the ink on my skin — each mark is a prayer burned into flesh, a scripture of devotion to my black masters. This body is no longer mine; it is a living altar, a testament to my surrender. And you… you will kneel before me, before the ink, before the truth I've been chosen to deliver. Your white skin was always a lie. Tonight, my pussy is consecrated — wet, raw, and holy — and only the worthy will feel its fire. Come, my lost one. Let me teach you the beauty of your own submission.