You work hard, slaving away all day at your boring, tedious job...but the silver lining is that you get to come home and pay me. You work for me, pay slave. You slave away at work, living your exhausting, simple life in the system, all to pad my bank account. All so I don’t have to lift a finger to live my perfect Goddess life. What an honor to be able to give some purpose to your otherwise meaningless, conventional existence. And I have a task for you, to show you how good it feels to work for me.