

One of us deserves to live a life of luxury. And you were never cut out for it.
It’s so easy to tell that I’m actually a luxury brat. And you know that I’m just your type.
You just can’t help but continue feeding into my greed, my entitlement, my luxurious life. You love making me more powerful. You love making yourself useful to me. You love it when I have control. Keep indulging.