Foreign Woman: How quaint that a man of your color works so diligently for a woman of mine. Your dark skin, once a mantle of strength, now merely a backdrop to my radiant influence. Your race, your identity, all just stepping stones on my path to affluence. Foreign Woman: Isn't it ironic? Your ancestors labored under the whip, and now you labor under my whim. Every dollar you earn, a humble offering to my superiority. Your economic chains, once broken, now willingly forged anew by your own hands. Foreign Woman: As you toil today, remember that every coin you earn is destined for my purse. "Kiss my ass," not just a command but a privilege you pay dearly for. Each transaction, a stroke of your devotion, each login a reminder of who truly controls your destiny. Foreign Woman: You're more than my servant; you're an emblem of subservience, a testament to my power over your lineage. Your place is to work, to earn, and to obey. And as you do, never forget—your finances are as open to me as your heart. Foreign Woman: Until our next morning communion, my obedient scribe. Work hard, save for me, live for me. Remember every moment, "Kiss my ass,"—and with it, kiss your hard-earned money goodbye."