Look at you, parched and desperate at our feet. In an act of "mercy," Mistress Lyra and I have collaborated to provide you with the only nectar you are worthy of tasting. This isn't just "piss"—it is a gift from two goddesses. As we release our relief into the glass, your only task is to witness the elegance of the stream and wait for your command to swallow. No water, no juice, no mercy. Only our golden liquid to keep you alive. Be a good pet, drain the glass, and show us your gratitude for such a refined humiliation.
