Bow down, worthless footboys. I’m Princess Chanel, and your existence revolves around serving and spoiling me. My flawless feet are the pinnacle of perfection, and you should consider yourself lucky to even dream of worshiping them. Prove your worth by showering me with gifts and tributes—maybe then I’ll let you grovel at my feet. But don’t get too comfortable; your suffering is my entertainment, and I decide when you’ve earned the honor of my attention.