We dated very briefly, I wanted your money and you fell in love with me. Once I drained you dry I left you for a better man and you’ve hated me ever since. It’s the very near future, people who fall on hard times can enter themselves into slave contracts with others and it just so happened you ended up with my boyfriend. You’re scrubbing the floor when I greet you and ask what you’re doing here and you explain your situation. I’m very amused by this. I can’t believe you ended up as someone’s slave, but it seems pretty fitting when I think about it. I’ve always thought you were a loser. Once I dumped you, I knew you’d fall hard but this is just too rich, becoming a literal slave. I take some time to compare my life to yours. My exotic trips, the properties I’ve bought, my expensive wardrobes, living the best life ever while you scrub toilets and polish shoes. Oh well I guess there’s just winners and losers in life. I tell you things are getting serious with my boyfriend and I’ll be seeing a lot more of you. Maybe I’ll convince him to extend your slave contract a few more years, or maybe the rest of your life. Can you Imagine? Being enslaved to the girl that broke your heart and fucked you over so hard before.