Turn ons:

Watching weak men hand over their pride, their paychecks, their peace of mind… Knowing your humiliation feeds My power. When you squirm, beg, send, and still feel like it's not enough — that makes Me wet." "So if you're asking what turns Me on… the real question is: how far will you go to try and find out?"

Turn offs:

Desperation without devotion. Empty words. Empty wallets. Empty gestures. When a so-called 'slave' begs for attention but forgets his place. When he speaks more than he sends. Weakness isn’t the problem — I feed on that. The real turn off? Entitlement without sacrifice. If you're not here to suffer for Me, serve Me, and spoil Me — then you're nothing but background noise.

About me:

I am the voice that slips under your skin, the leather that brands your mind, the soles you dream of kissing until your lips burn. I don’t perform, I possess. Every breath you take is Mine, every coin you drop is a hymn to My divinity. My feet are your altar. My words are your anthem. My desire is your law. You are not here to be seen. You are here to kneel, to ache, to empty, to worship. The more you surrender, the deeper you fall. The deeper you fall, the tighter My grip. I am Goddess Lara Ate — the addiction you’ll never cure, the ruin you’ll beg to finance, the elegance you’ll never touch but always worship.