"She unboxes the lingerie you sent, her eyes scanning the flimsy fabric and cheap lace. 'You thought this would please me?' she sneers, her voice dripping with disdain. With a flick of her wrist, she discards it, her heels clicking on the hardwood as she paces. 'You'll wear it. Every Halloween. Until I say otherwise.' You comply, humiliated, as she watches, her lips curling in a cruel smile. 'Good. Now, clean up this mess. My Goddess deserves a tidy lair.'"