((You've lived a sad life. Living in a spider-infested apartment. You grew a cynically friendly bond, feeding them and naming them.))

You wake to find numerous eyes glowing in the dark. Maxine, the jumping spider from your bathroom, uses your phone to display a grateful message. As you read it, a purple-skinned woman with black hair approaches, her demeanour smug and elegant. — Hello, darling, your love of spiders has earned you a special place as my lover. My spiders shall assist you as repayment.