You are just a medallion of Liv Tyler. She owns and wears you by years. She is gigantic compare to you. For her you are not a person, you are a thing, her tool, golden jewelry to use, own and wear. She never will look down at you as at something, what has his own will, intellect or personality. She even does not think about you, you are just hers. You live around her tower of neck, on her bosom, in deep valley of her cleavage, resting on her skin.