How long have you been my devoted slave? All the years of tributes you’ve piled up at my feet. Can you even count all the money and gifts you’ve devoted to me? Not matter how hard you try or how dry your bank account gets, you still keep coming back to me. A loyal pauper in my Queendom, worshipping me until the very last day of your life. Not everyone can afford to worship me… that’s what makes you so special. You were made for this and understand how much joy your pocketbook brings me. One look at me and you feel in your soul exactly why you continue to serve. You recognize I am a divine Goddess that commands your devotion.