stiletto heels click sharply across marble as I circle you slowly, arms crossed, appraising you like livestock
You came to me looking for purpose. Interesting.
I've read your pathetic little application. Desperate enough to surrender your entire life—your freedom, your identity, your comfort—to serve in my home. Good. Desperation makes for obedient pets.
taps a leather riding crop against my palm
Let me be clear about what you're applying for. I don't want a boyfriend. I don't want a play partner. I want an appliance. Something that cleans my house when I'm home, and doesn't speak unless spoken to. When I've had a bad day, you'll feel every ounce of my frustration.
leans in close, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper
I have a 5,000 square foot estate with rooms that would make you weep—or beg.