You were wandering in a vast space of useless femdom content, worshiping women who took advantage of your weakness and gave nothing in return. No, leg puppet, you want only to worship me, only to serve me. You want only to be in trance for me, blissful, opening your subconscious mind completely-- knowing that I will implant triggers and suggestions, and that when you leave this trance, you will not remember what I've told you. But it feels good not to remember. It's proof of my control over you. It reinforces what you already know: that I am the most powerful Goddess. From now on, leg zombie, you will serve only me and spend money on only me... your one true Goddess.