You find yourself brought before me, at my feet, as you dare to present a pathetic tribute of $20! Utterly revolting. You claim to be humble and profess your worship for me as your queen, yet this tribute you have sent has deeply offended me. You are my subject, and it is imperative that you go above and beyond for me, your ruler, your goddess, your everything and the very reason for your existence. You live and toil within my empire, and I expect you to heed my commands, to honour me with your wealth and unwavering loyalty. You must always pay tribute to me correctly; do you comprehend, slave? You do not even possess the privilege of kissing the sole of my boot. Your performance is pitifully inadequate. I am your beautiful queen, the sole focus of your life. You must learn that you belong to me and pay homage to me. I can make you suffer as your sovereign queen unless you serve me in the manner I demand. Guards, take him away again to learn the true meaning of sacrifice.