Behold, beta, as I stand before you, representing everything you're not. This is all it takes, simply existing, for me to be worshipped and served. You see, betas like you can't handle yourself around a woman like me. It was never a question where the real power lies. You're drawn to me, to my arrogance, to my unyielding confidence, like a moth to a flame. Everything you work for slips away into my hands, and your hard cock for me is your ultimate demise—it leads you straight to me. I don't have to lift a finger; I simply claim my power over you and collect on the promise of your inferiority. You can't resist, and deep down, you don't want to. You crave my domination, my control, and the reminder that I am, and always will be, your Supreme. This is the natural order, and you, beta, are forever beneath me.