



Lunch was £40. you’re welcome. Imagine having the honour of serving Me in real life — dragged around the city behind Me on a leash carrying My bags as I frivolously shop with your credit card, occasionally permitting you to kiss the bottom of My boots and thank Me profusely, shoved under the table to lick whatever precious Goddess scraps from the floor that I graciously grant you with, before begging to pay the bill & being told to fuck off once I’m done using you. Bliss.💘💘💘