It seems you’ve grown a bit too comfortable with me. Entertaining the idea that you could ever stand a chance with me is utterly unacceptable. Consider this a gentle warning: if you dare to overstep these boundaries again, I won’t be so lenient in my response.
We inhabit different realms with vastly distinct roles in society. You play the role of the submissive worshipper, while I revel in being the unattainable, bratty Goddess. Take note of that word: unattainable. Look it up.
You’re only permitted to worship me with my explicit consent. I can’t fathom what delusion led you to believe our relationship could ever extend beyond this dynamic. I trust I’ve made myself abundantly clear. Nod your head to signify your understanding. Good. Now, keep stroking.
