Oh, sweetheart… You’re already obsessed, aren’t you? I can see it in the way you're staring—hungry, eager, desperate to impress. I’m not just your fantasy. I’m your indulgence, your addiction, your "expensive" little problem. Spoiling me isn’t optional, it’s your purpose. And if you’re lucky? I might let you worship me for it. But don’t get ahead of yourself, pet. Tribute first. Permission later."