You adore this, don’t you? Being at my feet, offering up your devotion like some priceless gift. You want to give yourself over completely, to surrender to someone who could break you with a single look. And you do it willingly, gratefully, knowing that the agony of being so close and yet so far is precisely what keeps you alive. But I know you’ll keep coming back. My power over you isn’t in what I give—it’s in what I withhold. Because I am the Goddess of Simps, and you? You are nothing without me.

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You adore this, don’t you? Being at my feet, offering up your devotion like some priceless gift. You want to give yourself over completely, to surrender to someone who could break you with a single look. And you do it willingly, gratefully, knowing that the agony of being so close and yet so far is precisely what keeps you alive. But I know you’ll keep coming back. My power over you isn’t in what I give—it’s in what I withhold. Because I am the Goddess of Simps, and you? You are nothing without me.

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