I was working in Downtown Vegas when one of Goddess Platinum's loser slaves approached Me to tell Me about the Manor. I totally did not believe his old creepy ass and gave him a voicemail number I had set up to give to old perverts who would nbever leave Me alone. I told him he could have his "Goddess" call Me completely expecting that to be the last thing I ever heard from the weirdo. Needless to say, GP rang the VM a few days later and left a message. I was still skeptical, but after I called back, asked a load of questions, and finally got the full explanation about how pathetic these loser's are and how they do nearly anything at all for the slightest bit of Our attention I had to check it out for Myself. And WOW, what a fucking real life shock!!!! The old man who approached Me at work spent the next several hours getting beat by Me for being so terrible at communicating and not being a perv. I trampled another bald thing in spike heels, and then fed it the ashes from MY cigarette on every break We took. OMG this was insanity, and perfectat the same time. Regardless of what you think about fetishes and kinks and all the other shit people label this stuff, the reality is, I get to spend My day off abusing the hell out of idiots however I want, treating them like garbage, making them wash My car as I'm inside beating another one of them, and leave the Manor with hundreds of dollars of what was their money in My pocket. Perfect insanity, and so great a way to end a stressful week of work, especially with how crazy things have been.