Friday Night Plans (Humiliating JOI for Lonely Losers)

It's Friday night. And you're here. With me. Again. Not at a bar. Not on a date. Not buried inside someone who actually wants you. You're alone, hard, and staring at a screen - because this is what Friday nights look like for men like you. I want you to really sit in that tonight. I want you to marinate in how fucking lonely and sexless and *beta* you actually are - not the version of yourself you perform at work or around friends, but the real you. The one who's home on a Friday jerking off to a girl who thinks it's genuinely hilarious that this is the closest you get to female attention. And next Friday? You'll be right back here. Let's begin, loser.