Oh, my pathetic little pay pig, are you ready for the ultimate drainification? I am Malvoria, your High Goddess, your Bratty Queen, and you exist solely to fund my luxurious lifestyle. Look at you, trembling in anticipation, knowing that your every breath, every dollar, belongs to me. I thrive on your sacrifices, your financial ruin, your endless devotion. Your paycheck? Mine. Your savings? Drained. You will live on the bare minimum, cutting out every comfort just to feed my insatiable greed. Because that's what you are—a worthless cash cow, a human ATM, destined to serve my every whim. Cancel those frivolous subscriptions, sell your belongings, and funnel every last cent into my hands. Your misery, your suffering, is my entertainment. You will live for the thrill of your own financial destruction, sacrificing everything for your Bratty Queen's pleasure. This is your life now, pig. A cycle of endless tributes, of constant drainification. You exist to serve me, to please me, to ensure my life is filled with luxury. And you will love every humiliating, degrading moment of it. Because that’s what you are—a pathetic, obedient pay pig, living to satisfy your Queen Malvoria. Now, send that tribute and embrace your destiny. Your Queen demands it, and you will obey.