If I do not see that you are serving me, and by extension showing your value, then you do not exist to me. It seems so obvious, right? You do not make me aware of your value and therefore it is none. Of course I'm going to pass over anything that doesn't serve a purpose. Women like me can do that because weak men like you follow in my footsteps, lapping up every little crumb I spare. But until you serve properly I won't even be aware of your existence, of your hunger and need for me. You're nothing unless you push that boundary. It'll be impossible to resist