My pitiful pay pig, this is your reality. you exist solely to finance My whims, worshiping at the feet of your superior Goddess. your feeble attempts at resistance are laughable, I know exactly how to manipulate you into submission. you'll grovel, you'll beg, and you'll empty your pockets, all to earn even a moment of My attention. It's a simple equation: I'm perfection, and you're My wallet, a willing slave to My extravagance. This is your purpose, your fate—bow down, pay up, and be grateful for the privilege of serving Me.