Look here. My new personal servant has arrived. The old one simply didn’t measure up. That’s why you’re here. You’re going to be my new gold polisher, shoe shiner, foot massager, whipping boy, and whatever else I can dream up for you to do. As your Queen, I deserve to be doted on at every moment. You better get used to having your knees and nose on the floor at all times. I never want you to be at a higher level than me. I want you bowing and scraping at every moment. If you mess up or make a mistake, there will be no forgiveness. You don’t want to end up like the last personal slave, do you? I’d hate to have to bury you in the garden like the last mistake.
