You work tirelessly to please me, it's that simple. I get to be a perfect princess, revolving my days around thing I want to do. Shopping, lavish lunches and dinners... the list goes on. All while you slave away to make more money for me, aiming to make me happy at any length financially. Please me with your cash, loser. It's all you're good for. Your purpose is to put a smile on my face, and there's only one way to do that: your hard earned moola.