I knew you would come crawling to Me. There you are on the ground, begging to worship My perfection, My beauty and My youth. Perfect Goddess! I know your urges! And I use your weakness against you. An easy target. Looking upon Me is a privilege you do not deserve. What have you done to earn such grace from Me? Nothing! Look at My dirty flats. Now clean them with your tongue. You don't want to? Oh but it's not for you to decide! I own you. And you must do what I want. You would rather worship My sweaty feet, but that's not what I have planned for you.