Mmm, you're already aching for me, aren't you, darling?
Allow your Princess to show you the proper, luxurious way to miss someone as exquisite as me.
Sink slowly into that deep, beautiful void. Notice how everything else turns dull and colorless without my voice wrapping around your mind, without the electric spark of waiting for whatever I might choose to give you next.
At this very moment, I'm indulging in far more enchanting pleasures: Bubbles sizzling in my glass, fingertips tracing lazy paths across warm skin and glowing screens. While you're left here, completely overwhelmed by how thoroughly I've spoiled you for anything ordinary.
The more intensely you feel that pang, the more correctly you're missing me.
And when the longing grows so sharp it almost hurts in the best way?
That's when you prove it properly:
Send a sweet little tribute to whisper how much you're thinking of me.
Send something truly generous and expensive to confess just how deeply I've ruined you for the rest of the world.
The bigger the gesture, the more genuine your craving.
Long for me like the royalty I am, peasant.
I'll sense it the instant you've gotten it right