I care little about your 400 dollar facial cremes, the other tinctures and lotions you use. I care little about that 600 dollar haircut and dye job to keep your hair perfectly shaded. I enjoy all of those things and yet they are not important compared to your willingness and resilience to endure my use. Any kind of use. Be it chained in my mud-pit, serving as my urinal or a cum-dump for the few selected people I would trust to have around you or as my object for pleasure, as a willing participant in the transformation of your body.
I care, that you care how I feel. I care that you care to think about what you could do better in order to leave me with that feeling of pleasure only you can give me.