I've become convinced that Chantal is sharing all these gross details as a cope. Dick covered in ass-sweat, those repulsive pictures she drew of him shaving and fucking her - Chantal is dealing with some deep psychological stuff and I think her heavy drug use is because she's unable to deal with the very real fact that going online and actively seeking even a casual fuck has shown her that the absolute best she will ever be able to do is a questionably employed immigrant midget who demeans and abuses her. It's all over. Her dating capital is gone.
I don't think Chantal is any more attracted to Nader than she is to Peetz. Every time Chantal described what she preferred in a man, Nader was not it. But no one else is biting, regardless of how she lies about all the men constantly contacting her. Literally all she can get is this bottom of the barrel dude who is repulsive even to a desperate woman like Chantal, but she's so terrified at the prospect of remaining alone, or looking like a sad spinster, she is hanging onto him like grim death, letting him do what he wants to her and treat her as he wants, and she's dealing with this by remaining perpetually high and by pretending she finds his treatment of her sexy or fun in some way. Wipe me daddy, indeed. She lets him shave her before he fucks her. I absolutely am still aghast that she shared that.
Initially she wanted to portray him as obsessed with her, because if one must settle for a man like Nader, at least he could be really reactive and jealous. But her shit-tests have shown her that even though she comes when called, he isn't going to do much to keep her. He summons her, she arrives, he does stuff to her, keeps her on the floor mattress and sends her off when he wants to see real people. He is not frantically chasing after her when she storms off, he isn't spending every precious second with her, and that has to hurt, to be with a man she thinks beneath her who treats her like she is beneath him.
This is some pitiful shit right up in here. I cannot believe how fast things have become so much worse for her. Her drug use has accelerated so quickly since reactivating her Tinder account because she has to numb the horrible feeling that comes from knowing you've painted yourself into a corner. She will never again have a proper job, she will never again attract a quality man and be treated well, her body and health are destroyed and will remain destroyed even if she loses 300 pounds, and now she has Nader using her as a cum dumpster, proving beyond a doubt that she's herself a very low quality woman. She knows she looks like a balding maniac in those Torrid frocks, she hates his dick up her ass, she loathes being climbed like a mountain with tits, but she's gotta pretend it's all so awesome or she'll look even sadder. And when she cannot cope mentally, she eats 200mg in edibles in a single sitting and just tries to forget that she is now a joke even to herself.