I’m your goddess, here to drain your pathetic little wallets. Silly, weak men exist only to serve me, so don’t come crying if you can’t afford it. No tribute ? Then don’t even think about wasting my , broke boys.
Pathetic little men looking to serve a real Queen, step forward—if you dare. I don’t need to show skin to have you crawling at my feet. Tribute gets my attention, obedience keeps it. Prove your worth, or stay in the shadows where you belong