You have the honor to worship your goddess. You feel pathetic and weak in front of me. I am so powerful and you feel the difference between you and me. You worship me for hours and hours, you see me naked admiring me as a work of art. You are so weak seeing my naked skin, my boobs, my everything. You can't resist falling in love for me. You want to spend your life to worship your goddess and be a slave, your work of art.