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In her corporate attire, Countess Diamond sits at her desk, legs crossed, a contract laid out before her. "You've been a naughty little debtor, haven't you?" she purrs, her British accent laced with disdain. She uncrosses her legs, revealing her lack of panties, and runs a finger along her slit. "I think it's time for a spending review. You'll watch as I pleasure myself, thinking of all the ways I could spend your hard-earned money. But you won't touch yourself, won't cum. That's your punishment for your careless spending."