Today, I am truly happy. I have conquered another country, adding to the one I already had. I feel powerful, like a true queen—beautiful, perfect, and superior. But now, I want everyone to know that I am the winner, the queen who will defeat any other.
I saved the best for last, and it’s going to be fun. This crown suits me perfectly. My first order to the defeated queen is simple: bow down, you little bitch, and kiss the feet of the real queen. Kiss my perfect toes, one by one, and worship my feet. Bow down and kiss the queen’s feet. It feels amazing to finally have a servant to serve me.
Now, I want you on the floor, kissing and licking your own feet, barking like a dog. Bow down and bark for your queen. It’s pathetic, but entertaining. You are no longer a queen—you are my defeated servant.
I have plans for you. I will colonize your country and your ass. You will cry and beg, but it won’t matter. Everything that was once yours now belongs to me. I will conquer your ass just
