It only makes sense that you want to worship my perfect body, how could you ever resist a body like mine. Completely unattainable and perfect in every way worshipping me only makes sense. Everything about me makes it so clear just how inferior you are, it makes it so clear that the only place you belong is on your knees begging for my attention, for another glance at my perfection.
I know the power this body has over you, this body will be your ruin.