A princess rules her domain, her subjects groveling at her feet. Today, she's in the mood for financial tribute. Her pay pig enters, eyes downcast, clutching his paychecks like a lifeline. She watches, amused, as he prostrates himself, kissing her feet, his body quaking with anticipation. "You know what to do, piggy," she purrs, her voice like velvet. He nods, his hands shaking as he places the envelopes on the ground, his eyes never leaving her feet. She smiles, her heels digging into his back, marking her territory.