Goth Queen Destroys Your Balls

You've been strutting around with those pathetic little balls like they mean something, and it's time a Goth Queen reminded you of the truth. Watch as I take my time selecting the perfect angle, the perfect cruel smile before long nails connect and reduces you to a crumpled, gasping mess. I'll squeeze, stomp, and shatter every last ounce of arrogance you walked in with, leaving you on the floor clutching what's left of your pride. You wanted my attention. Now you'll feel it for days.