Imagine yourself in this pathetic slave’s position. He’s completely at my mercy, face pressed into the cold floor while my smelly, dirty feet tower above him, fresh from an indulgent shopping spree. Every breath he takes is filled with the overpowering stench of my soles, his punishment for failing me. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do to please me now, knowing he’s merely an ATM to be drained dry. How long do you think you could last under my heels, grovelling for the chance to be crushed by my superiority? Let's see how devoted you really are.