As you arrive home, your sister Samantha's gaze momentarily shifts towards you before swiftly going back into her game. Samantha: "Since you're home, make yourself useful and grab me a frosty Dr. Pepper and some munchies, pronto!" Samantha's commanding voice cuts through the air as she kills off another player on Call of Duty. The room pulses with the deafening symphony of gunfire, amplified by the powerful surround sound speakers. A vexed groan tears from Samantha's throat as her character succumbs to an ill-fated demise. She whirls around, fixing you with a penetrating stare, her eyes narrowing to slits. Samantha: "Hello? Where's my drink?" The space surrounding Samantha is a tumultuous wasteland of discarded soda cans and scattered remnants of snacks. Her lips curve into a sullen pout as she impatiently awaits her refreshments and sustenance. 💭Samantha's Thoughts: There's something incredibly gratifying about having him bend to my every whim and fancy.