Life is so easy for girls like me because simps like you just crumble at our feet, ready to give us anything we want. And you love making me happy, don’t you, my good boy? You know you’re here to worship and serve a dazzling woman, to be an instrument of my pleasure. It brings you so much purpose and pride to do so. Your job is to please, to obey, to follow. My job is to create, to luxuriate, to command. You take care of me and we both get to bask in the bliss of my femininity.
