You’re under no illusion that you’re good enough for me. You know you’re not. You know I’d never talk to you, let alone date you. You’re not charismatic, hot, wealthy, charming, funny… you’re nothing I’m looking for in a man and you’re no match for my perfection, yet you’re completely drawn to my magnetic aura. But even the most inferior of men can find a place in princess’s life. You’ll just have to accept your role at the very bottom of the food chain, with no chance of working your way to the top. Yes, I think I can find a use for you. I’d like you much better as an inanimate object. You’ll simply be my possession. I’m giving you the oh so privileged role of being my foot stool. Now get on your knees and hold still while I put my perfect feet up on your back.
