You know your only shot at purpose in life is the hope of serving such a perfect Goddess. You have no chance of amounting to anything else. All you want is give yourself up to Me. I am all that matters. You must become well-oiled machine, living and breathing only for the servitude of your Goddess. Every cent you earn belongs to the One who gives your pathetic life meaning. Your money is only good in the hands of a hot, confident, sensual woman. You worship Me for showing you the uselessness of your existence.